"Someone, wake her up with water." Gus wanted to see if the Butterfly Species man's finger had really healed, or if the flesh was just reattached.
"Yes."
Immediately, someone splashed water on the Butterfly Species man's face, prompting him to slowly awaken.
"I... what is this." Seeing so many people surrounding him as if they were going to devour him, the Butterfly Species warrior felt fear.
In a hurry, he flailed his limbs, struggling to climb off the wooden board, trying to find a chance to run away. Someone threw a wine cup, which he swept away with one hand, then someone else threw a piece of cloth, which he grabbed and tossed away. Just as he was rushing towards the tent's exit, several guards fully clad in armor blocked him. These guards, who were no weaker than a transcendent, re-tied him and escorted him to the center of the tent. Everyone present witnessed the whole process, and they confirmed that his finger had indeed fully healed.
Clap, clap, clap.
