Upon nightfall, Liliazin looked to be mostly unharmed, although his clothes were riddled with cuts and tears, he himself did not bear any wounds as he had been able to heal them all before they could stack up and affect his movement speed, on the other end, Ourlon looked exactly the same as he had been when he stepped forward to fight, some stray rays of emerald light had indeed hit him, but they hadn't even left any visible marks behind.