For some reason, that wasn't the case with Eren. Fortunately, his soul was also actively repairing itself. The medicinal essence, combined with his own innate vitality, was working to knit the fragmented soul back together.
The process, however, was slow. Painfully slow. And there was a lingering trace of that chaotic spatial energy, like a stubborn stain that refused to be washed away. It was preventing the soul from fully healing, keeping Eren trapped in his unconscious state.
The Medicinal Elder sighed, feeling the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. She was entrusted with the life of the Palace Master's husband.
She looked at Eren's peaceful face, his features relaxed in slumber. A strange thought crossed her mind.
'He's quite handsome, actually,' she mused, then quickly shook her head. 'Get a grip, old woman. He's practically your brother in law.'
