Winter is approaching. The yellow autumn leaves fall down weakly, and the dry branches twist and stretch like a dense forest of thorns. The warm sunlight shines down, and is cut into pieces by the sharp branches and falls on the white quilt.
The Shrike lay on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling above his head. Gorgeous paintings filled his entire field of vision, and his eyes actually felt a little tired after looking at them for a long time.
"Ah... What a rare break."
A familiar sigh came from the adjacent bed. Shrike tilted his head slightly, and Kestrel turned over, found a comfortable position to continue resting, and muttered casually in his mouth, like talking in a dream.
The sound of the quilt was heard again on the other side. Shrike turned his head again and saw the robin holding a theological book and reading quietly.
His chest was wrapped in bandages, but from his relaxed expression, it could be seen that this guy was recovering well.
"Yeah, it's really rare."
Shrike looked at the ceiling above his head and sighed again.
He could hardly remember how he came back from that damn place. His huge body fell down with raging white flames. The demon was indeed big enough that it crashed into the lighthouse when it fell. Although it failed to break it, it still knocked the red falcon off it.
During the fall, the unfortunate guy grabbed the protrusion on the wall and was not killed, but he still broke several ribs and looked terrible.
Shrike himself fell into a coma due to the erosion of the Armor of Original Sin. When he woke up for the first time, he was lying in the laboratory of the Perpetual Motion Pump. The degree of nerve erosion was still optimistic. Nicholas did not throw Shrike directly into the furnace to be incinerated. When he woke up again, he was here, with two acquaintances as his fellow patients.
"How's Blue Emerald?"
After thinking for a while, the Shrike asked, and the robin on the other side answered him.
"It's okay, he just has multiple burns on his body and is recuperating."
The robin closed the book and said to him.
As the first patient here, he recovered the best, so he was allowed by the doctor to get out of bed and take a walk. Blue Jade's ward was at the other end of the corridor, but Shrike's erosion had not yet recovered to a stable value, and he was locked firmly in the ** and unable to move.
"Huh... That's good."
"Hmm? Why, Shrike, are you interested?"
On the other side, Hong Xuan, who had been pretending to be asleep, turned over and looked at him with a smirk. He was the least injured among these people, but for the sake of the so-called peaceful vacation, he shamelessly stayed here.
"Nothing, I just owe her my life. Without her I would have died there."
Shrike always dreams after he comes back, but he dreams about everything on the battlefield. Countless monsters swarm in and tear at his armor. No matter how strong he is, he cannot break free, until the fire from the sky falls and a white hand drags him out of the darkness.
"That sounds good."
The Kestrel nodded as if he understood something. The Robin on the other side also laughed, but he coughed painfully after only a few laughs. Galahad's uncontrolled sword pierced his chest, leaving him with many sequelae.
"I'm really happy to see you all so lively."