After the examination, the physicians finally left Ulrich's room.
Both men were visibly shaken.
Ceres had done what they had believed impossible. She had repaired the damaged mana pathways, reconnected the severed limb, and helped stitch Ulrich's arm back into place. The arm would still need time. Flesh, nerves, and mana channels had to recover together before Ulrich could use it normally again.
But the connection had held.
It was nothing short of miraculous.
The physicians had wanted to ask questions.
Too many questions.
They wanted to understand Ceres's magic, the green light, the amber vines, and the strange marks that had appeared over Ulrich's arm. They wanted to know how a girl without formal medical training had achieved something human healers could barely imagine.
Ulrich had given them one look.
Then he had made his position clear.
