Royal Palace — Azreal's Room
Selmora was tending to Hulk's wounds when Arian approached, concern on his face.
"Why is he in such a state?" Arian asked.
Selmora sighed, wiping sweat from Hulk's brow. "You don't know much about his ability, do you, Arian?"
She continued, "At first glance, it seems like an ability that only makes him stronger. But it's risky. The more heat he absorbs to fuel his strength, the more oxygen his body consumes. Eventually, it begins to deplete—he has a limit. Judging by his current condition, he clearly went beyond it. But he's out of danger now. Same with Lord Azreal and Aria."
Arian's brows furrowed. "Then why are they still unconscious?"
"For Hulk, he'll wake up soon. But for Lord Azreal and Aria…" Selmora's voice trailed into a low whisper. "We'll just have to wait."
Arian clenched his fists. "We can't afford to wait. The Infernals could attack again at any moment—we've already suffered three fatalities."
