Inside a certain metallic room adorned with various embedded magic circles and purple-glowing apparatuses, an old man materialized out of thin air.
"How are you feeling?" Sanada asked.
Hearing his voice, a young woman with ashen hair turned, a gentle smile gracing her face despite the chilling purple crack-like marks that stretched from the back of her skull across her gorgeous facial features.
If Shye had seen her in her current state, he would have immediately challenged Sanada to a fight to the death.
"Ah, Grandpa Hermit. I'm feeling much better now, thanks to you, though I still get the occasional excruciating headache." Maia responded.
At first, Sanada believed that the rather extreme method of directly extracting the soul poison through her orifices would limit the rehabilitation treatment to no more than two months.
