Aines
"Are you hurt?" Medala stepped over broken bricks in the ruins and walked toward He Ao.
From where she stood, He Ao looked almost like a man made of blood, his entire body covered in blood tinged with grayish-purple light.
"I'm fine." The last wisp of flame receded into He Ao's body. He lowered his head, glanced at the tiny wounds and blood seeping from his hands, and shook his head slightly as he answered offhandedly.
He glanced at Medala. "Are you all right?"
He Ao had deliberately allowed the dark power to envelop Medala. The angelic power he had left on her had kept it at bay, while the dark power itself had served as a barrier against the shock waves spreading from his battle with Des.
That was why Medala did not appear injured now.
"I'm doing fine, thank you." Medala nodded slightly. Looking at the blood covering He Ao, she took a tube of white ointment from her pocket. "This is a healing item I got earlier. See if it helps. You just have to apply it to the wounds."
He Ao looked down at the ointment in her hand and sensed the surging life force within it. "There's really nothing wrong with me right now."
Then, seeing the anxiety in Medala's eyes, he reached out and took the ointment. "But since you're giving it to me, I'll take it."
"All right." Medala smiled. "I was even thinking of applying it for you myself."
"No need for that." He Ao put the ointment away. "I have my own healing item."
The Blood Surge Ring on his hand glimmered faintly, pouring a steady stream of life force into his body and repairing the wounds covering it.
Those tiny wounds were gradually healing at a speed visible to