Magic Power flowed slowly through Celeste's palm into Liszt's limbs, and if it was too hasty, it would have counter-effects. He could only slowly regain vitality.
This was emergency treatment, and Celeste did not know to what extent it would work. In extreme cold, many tissues might have already necrosed, and even if revived, he would be but a half-paralyzed invalid, unable to flexibly move his limbs, and might even need amputation later.
Fortunately, Liszt had a special constitution. As the warm current flowed in, an alien black-red smoke etched the surface of his skin, and his lips gradually regained some color.
Atop the stone throne, Garscek was brainstorming, searching her mind for the so-called Demon God Da Gun.
About nine hundred years ago, she arrived here to rest, borrowing the convergence of the Heavenly Sphere from Flying Dragon Ridge, not expecting to oversleep for decades, by which time the otherworldly gate had already closed.
