Slouching in her Throne, Alchemy sat and idly looked through the various system menus.
"Mother Goddess! This is clearly his revenge of some kind! You can't let him keep trampling over you like this! Against mindless beasts, such training is clearly pointless!" Nera protested as she rested next to Alchemy in her [Minimalist Form]
"I mean… I agree with you to an extent~." Alchemy responded.
"Uhm! Master Alchemy! Are you okay?" Sapphire asked with a worried tone.
"Thanks to my fancy chair, I'm A-OK~!"
Yup, she was out of it. Every fiber of her body was in so much pain that even the almighty [Prospect's Throne] couldn't relieve all of it for her.
She's been stationary for about an hour. Her HP and SP had long since fully replenished themselves, but she struggled to find the will to get up.
"Status."
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