‘Ah… I forgot. I’m strong now…’
Sejun thought to himself as he grabbed Kyungcheol by the collar to keep him upright, hoping others wouldn’t find the scene too strange.
“Queng, help him stand up.”
Queng.
Still cloaked in invisibility, Queng used telekinesis to hold Kyungcheol up straight.
“Iona, can you heal Kyungcheol for me?”
Just as Sejun asked Iona to cast healing magic—
