The fingers and hand he had cut off earlier had now fully regrown, but the pain hadn't completely faded.
He couldn't shake the feeling that if he'd gotten the riddle in that illusion wrong, the consequences would have been worse than simply being unable to escape.
The Amazon Warrior's question also suggested that everyone had faced a different riddle.
Fu Qian looked around and confirmed that, apart from him, only two people had woken up.
The Amazon Warrior was one of them. The other was an old man with a broad face, a thick beard, and deep blue eyes.
His features were a little rugged, but their unusual combination gave him a saintly air of peace that even the identical combat suits couldn't hide.
There was something strange about him. He didn't seem like a Transcendent, yet there was something inhuman about him on a spiritual level.
As Fu Qian silently assessed him, the two awake people seemed a little surprised by his answer.
"I'm glad you feel that way. It looks like you've grasped the knowledge required to bear witness."
The Amazon Warrior gave Fu Qian an amused once-over, then let her gaze settle on his left hand as she offered this cryptic assessment.
Knowledge?
Knowledge had indeed helped him solve the riddle, but he suspected it wasn't the kind of knowledge this woman meant.
If these people had undergone special training for this mission, he was clearly the bottom of the class.
"To be honest, I feel like I've forgotten some things."
Fu Qian finally nodded and candidly described his actual situation.
"He's in good shape. There's barely any lingering mental influence."
Just as the Amazon Warrior's smile faded and she narrowed her eyes to examine him, the saintly old man gave her a slight nod and