Princess Talanji had slept for a full twenty-four hours.
In the naval battle two days earlier, Talanji had exhausted all her strength and suffered severe mental damage. Her unrestrained use of the Loa's power had even damaged her vital essence.
She had remained unconscious for an entire day, unable to eat. With only Zuluhed's tide magic sustaining her life, her condition had grown steadily worse.
Talanji had used her body as a conduit to borrow the Loa's power, effectively turning herself into a weapon that discharged energy.
It was like a gun and its bullets. Even the finest machine gun risked a ruptured barrel if fired nonstop, let alone a body of flesh and blood.
"Lord Shaman, the prophet has returned," Yazir reported, pushing open the cabin's wooden door.
Zuluhed had thought Prophet Zul had perished at sea. Still, his return was welcome. They could use another helping hand.
Talanji lay unconscious in bed. Zul hurriedly removed his cloak and bent down to drape it over her.
The adverse effects of borrowing the Loa's power still had not faded.
Patches of different colors marked her arms, forehead, and chest.
Blood had crusted around the patches, and a few had even twisted into scars.
"Abusing divine power nearly cost her her life!" Zul rebuked Zuluhed, anger lacing his voice.
Zuluhed remained silent. Discussing the outcome of the battle now would do them no good.
It was true that taking Talanji across the sea to Kul Tiras had been his idea.
But Zuluhed certainly would not shoulder all the blame for their defeat merely because he had proposed the voyage.
"Stop shouting! What matters now is waking Princess Talanji. Only when she accepts divine power again can her wounds heal."
Zuluhed could not control the tide element to heal Talanji. Her constitution,