Angie looked down at her left foot clad in the protective boot and tried to stand up from the sofa, taking a couple of steps.
To her surprise, she didn't feel any discomfort. Angie then boldly took off the protective boot, stood barefoot on the floor, and gradually applied pressure without feeling any pain.
Her courage grew, and eventually, she even lifted her right foot up, putting all her weight on her left leg and hopped a couple of times, landing steadily each time.
She had actually healed completely.
The girl was utterly stunned by this scene that defied medical knowledge, and two words flashed through her mind—Demon Art!
Besides Demon Art, there seemed to be no other explanation.
Fortunately, Angie had already experienced something similar once, so she accepted it much quicker the second time.
"You, you-you, you really are a Radish Spirit, aren't you?"
Angie blurted out, but then she immediately covered her mouth, remembering something.
