I knew you could heal me, but I didn't know it would happen this fast! Rogue was stunned.
The priestly healing he had experienced before had all been contact-based. After the battle ended, the priests would perform a Sacred Ritual while stroking the wounds, which would then slowly heal amid tingling, itching, and warmth.
Of course, compared to the healing provided by pharmacists and alchemists, this was already very, very good... but he had still greatly underestimated the value of a Fifth Level healer.
He hadn't even felt any pain before this crippling wound instantly healed!
At this rate, could my head be reattached even if it got chopped off?! When Rogue had sensed the danger just now, the enemy had probably been aiming for his heart. If he hadn't retreated in time, that slash would have cut him cleanly in half—especially his heart.
If he had suffered that kind of injury, he probably couldn't have been saved.
After all, reattaching a limb and suturing internal organs were two completely different levels of surgery...
But once he had lured the enemy out, Rogue's task was basically complete. His teammates had reacted and followed up at the first opportunity.
"Doll" extended her slender finger and tapped the air. The "darkness" filling the narrow corridor, which had been pitch-black moments ago, was sucked into the void as if drawn into a vortex. The corridor revealed its true appearance.
Unlike the shabby exterior they had seen outside, the interior was brightly lit.
The narrow corridor they had seen upon opening the door suddenly became spacious.
It resembled a royal garden, filled with all kinds of strange yet faintly beautiful greenery. They seemed to have endured the long passage of time, with only their growth having been halted.
The corridor, which had originally appeared