"Yayil, are you okay?"
Wenresa Iluvita asked. Normally, she always appeared serene and composed, but now she looked somewhat disheveled. She wiped her slightly scorched emerald-green hair... yet all the injuries on her body were rapidly healing.
From the scars on her arms to the burn marks visible through the tattered remains of her upper garment, all were knitting back together at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even her clothes were mending themselves, growing back as if they were part of her body, returning to their original state quickly.
"Cough, cough, cough~ how unusual, you actually called me by my surname..."
The human woman whose surname was known as "Yaylimeinoceyatos" responded, spitting out blood clots as she coughed, but similarly, the enormous sword wound that had sliced into her organs was also rapidly healing.