Warriors who had just resurrected from death were still very weak. In addition to having forcibly entered a combat state and desperately countering Sandora's spiritual suppression, those few minutes had nearly drained them. Once identities had been confirmed, the opponent didn't even have the strength to stand up.
Necessarily, we had no choice but to let him lie back down in the medical cabin; at least there, his physical strength could stop being consumed.
I asked Pandora and Visca to step aside for a while. Although the named Atlantian warrior, Ares, already knew that these two sisters weren't the same as the "demons" that had once destroyed his homeland (well, at least theoretically), their presence here would obviously affect his mood significantly. It was like knowing something is fake, yet it still affects your appetite when watching "The Ring"—I suppose this analogy works, right?
