Not only had they lost a comrade, but they were all injured to varying degrees. Edward was seriously wounded, and Arnold couldn't even use magic because he had been the victim of a curse spell that was originally intended to strike Edward.
It was a truly difficult mission...
After spending those days in the city, Edward understood. It had been his fault.
"I'm sorry." He broke the silence and stopped staring at the ceiling to look at the floor. "It was my mistake."
Where did he get the idea that going on such a dangerous mission after finishing another one was a good idea? The probability of encountering a Lich? Really? What was he supposed to do against such a powerful being?
If it weren't for his peculiar Fire Butterfly, which was now also dead, he and his entire group would have died.
How long would it take for his butterfly to recover? He would have to expend a lot of resources on that, and it would surely remain inactive for a while.
