Ever since his back had been broken, Rykard had been recuperating in Caria.
His back had healed, but it still felt wrong.
Radahn's chest also ached faintly all the time. Though it had fully recovered, something still felt wrong, just as it did for Rykard.
Rykard's back had been broken. Radahn's chest had been smashed inward.
His sturdy breastplate had offered no protection whatsoever. Instead, it had been shattered.
The fragments had pierced his flesh, and his broken ribs had stabbed into his heart and lungs.
Without a Demigod's formidable constitution, Radahn would have been well and truly dead.
No mortal could survive having their heart pierced.
Thankfully, the Lands Between had supernatural healing incantations. Otherwise, surgery might not even have succeeded in treating their injuries.
Dying on the operating table would hardly have been surprising.
Medical technology in the Lands Between was still quite backward. The skills of those Battlefield Medics really did not inspire confidence.
Of the three siblings, Ranni was in the best condition.
She had been knocked unconscious and fallen into the water. That she had not drowned was also thanks to a Demigod's tenacious hold on life.
Radagon really had measured his blows. Even angry, he had not gone too far.
He had calculated precisely according to the three siblings' physical condition, crippling them without killing them.
Even after their injuries healed, there would be lingering effects.
How could maidens who knew only incantations undo the Elden Lord's handiwork?
They could heal the injuries, but not remove the root of the problem.
The very being to whom the maidens addressed their healing prayers was the Elden Lord's other half.
Where could they possibly go to argue their case?
Now that war had broken out, would the Erdtree's maidens still heal Carians?
Of course they would.