In a flash every injury Michael had sustained was nowhere to be seen. Even the scars he had gotten from beating his first General in this life were gone.
And the reason for that was the Lord of Vespera. Despite only seeing her silhouette last time when they contacted her with the communication device, he was effortlessly able to connect her to the figure that stood before him.
Her perfectly proportioned face and body were becoming for people of the Lord realm. People that had attained this level of power were often regarded as perfection, resulting in lustful and jealous glances secretly being thrown their way.
"...Thank you." Michael's appreciation came ragged. Not because he was smitten by her beauty, but because he barely remained standing. Funnily enough, now that all of his wounds were gone, the effect of Warlock, along with the power it provided, was gone as well.
Now only the exhaustion remained.
