Lynch woke up.
Thank heavens, everyone could finally breathe a sigh of relief. If there were enough supplies, Morgan even wanted to throw a celebration banquet. The mage's body was still very weak; his face had turned sallow, and his breathing had a wheezing sound, clearly indicating that this mage illness had nearly broken his body. But fortunately, Lynch retained his clear mind.
"Don't worry about me." He said between coughs, "Physical damage can be repaired, I just need some time."
However, Zilvra had always held a skeptical attitude towards this, thinking the mage was just brushing her off. If these were physical injuries, why not let Soka help? The little angel's divine arts would work better in this situation.
