Gently placing Victoria on the table, the vines of the forest monarch latched onto the stitches on her wound, and with precision, started to pull them apart one by one. Blood oozed out of the wound as the vines worked like surgical tools, performing delicate procedures with the precision of a skilled surgeon. The vines acted as a scalpel, suction, and other surgical tools, performing their task with remarkable accuracy. As the monarch's spell took effect, Victoria's consciousness slowly faded away, and she went unconscious. Time passed slowly as Victoria lay on the surgical table, unaware of the world around her.
Many hours later, Victoria's eyes slowly opened, and she gazed around the room with a blurry vision. She felt a dull ache in her abdomen, but it was nothing compared to the intense pain she had felt before. Surprisingly, the pain was bearable, and she felt a sense of relief that the surgery was over.
Monarch: "How are you feeling dear saintess?"
