Deep within the cave.
Evangeline watched Drake in the medicinal tub. His fair skin was stained crimson, his body a gruesome sight as it bobbed in the liquid. The medicinal solution seemed to stimulate his nerves, wracking his body with excruciating pain. His brows were tightly knitted, and his clenched jaw emitted a CRACK, CRACK sound.
Mending his muscles and bones was not difficult, but it was agonizingly painful, like having one's flesh scraped from their bones. However, this was no time for sentimentality. 'Drake was unlucky to have this happen to him, but destruction breeds creation. This might be his greatest opportunity.'
Suddenly, something stirred in her waist pouch. A small, furry head poked out, then zipped up to Evangeline's shoulder with a SWISH.
It tilted its head, glancing at Drake in the tub. Its jet-black eyes scanned the medicinal solution, and its little nose twitched. The rich Spiritual Energy surging from the tub made the tip of its tail involuntarily stiffen.
