A mummified purplehead could be seen laying on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She had been informed that she was in intensive care unit at least until her body recover fully. With a certain sky dragon slayer healing magic, the process would have been a lot more faster perhaps. In some ways, she would be happy to see her again...though in other ways, she felt dread.
Her muscles was completely torn, every part of her orifice was bleeding, her brain cell was damaged, her bone had shattered, her blood vessels had burst and that's just some of the things that was listed by the doctor. The fact that she had manage to survive despite all that was a miracle of life itself...or perhaps more accurately a miracle of magic. It had what kept her together despite the heavy stress she had put herself under.
And even then it was not enough. She was supposed to save a trapped girl from a horde of undeads one which was behind barricade even. Yet it turned into the battle of her life one where she could see the underworld gate of hell should she close her eyes. Even now her body tingles all over as she could feel the reaper's scythe just a hair breadth from taking her neck should the guild mistress not save her hide.
The thought that an accomplished mage like her brought to her heel by a waddling corpse irritated to no end, as she covered her own eyes with her forearm while grinding her teeth together.