The scars on Bloodveil's face, still raw from the corrosive poison mist, hadn't even begun to heal.
"You've gotta be kidding me…" Bloodveil opened his mouth, but no words came out. After everything they'd been through—the brutal battle, breaking into Heartland territory—how the hell were they all still in one piece?
Okay, maybe it made sense that Ethan was fine. He hadn't gone toe-to-toe with the Deathless Sovereign, so sure, he could've come out unscathed.
And Wraithshade had Leviathan backing her up, catching Heartland off guard. That checked out too.
But even Westmarch's Meteorfall? That guy was still bouncing around like nothing happened. Aside from being ugly as sin, he looked totally fine.
"Meteorfall, you're not hurt either?" Bloodveil couldn't help but ask.
"Oh, I'm hurt," Meteorfall replied, deadpan. He'd spent most of the fight locked in a long-range standoff with the warlord Hydrissa. Neither of them had gone all in—more trash talk than actual blows.
