Crystal covered her face, her tear-blurred eyes fixed on the observation window of the medical pod. This was the first time she had seen Medusa after her injury. Black and blood-red debris clouded the pale green medicinal fluid, yet Crystal could still make out the charred, emaciated, indistinct figure floating inside, twisting and convulsing in pain from time to time. Her once-beautiful crimson hair was nowhere to be seen. Even after being cleaned, her swollen blackened skin and the wounds constantly seeping blood remained horrifying to behold.
The Attilan Royal Family medical system operated independently from the clans. Crystal's parents had once been in charge of it, so the doctors here held nothing back from the girl who had become a princess. Only from their descriptions did Crystal learn that when Medusa had been rushed into the medical pod, her nasal passages had already been burned shut by flames and hot air. The doctors had been forced to perform emergency surgery to reconstruct an airway before they could barely place the still-breathing Medusa into the pod. Intravenous injections had been impossible. No doctor could find an intact vein suitable for infusion amid the severely burned, sloughing skin. Even her internal organs had nearly been cooked by the heat.
"Matriarch Medusa surviving is nothing short of a miracle," the doctor said. "Of the Gene Council guards protecting her, half were vaporized outright, and the rest were burned into piles of pulp. There were no survivors besides Matriarch Medusa. Our technicians believe Matriarch Medusa suffered a considerable degree of electromagnetic radiation injury. The enemy used a Plasma Weapon, and the electromagnetic radiation released in that brief burst will have quite severe aftereffects."
"My sister..."
"Matriarch Medusa may recover." The doctor pressed his thin, damp lips together and hesitated for a while before