Staring at Kaiser, who seemed to only be semi-conscious, the Stormveil Patriarch finally dispersed the subtle pressure he was releasing.
Kaiser's body, which seemed to have adapted to the pressure, stumbled slightly upon its disappearance. Imperceptibly, the white wheel in his eyes spun faster.
He regained full consciousness, straightening himself casually. He dragged up his dislocated shoulder, then reset a few other broken limbs.
Of course there were still some irreparable damage that couldn't be handled manually.
"You have awoken."
The Patriarch said calmly, his voice low and heavy. His eyes showed not even a shred of pity for the boy.
Shrugging, Kaiser replied, blood dripping from the side of his mouth.
"Awoken? No." He shook his head, "I am always conscious. That… was a very rude welcome."
His gaze, totally fearless and brazen, bore into the Patriarch's white eyes.
