Vergil and Freya reached the area where Alvitr had taken Frey only a few minutes later.
It was not exactly an ordinary infirmary, but one of the open rooms intended for the Valkyries who were still adapting to Sparda, surrounded by low pillars and large windows overlooking the Demonic Forest.
When they crossed the entrance, however, Freya immediately slowed down.
The smell of burned herbs, magical ink, and runic energy filled the room, while thin blue lines ran across the floor, forming concentric circles around her unconscious brother.
Frey was lying face down on a low platform, his torso completely exposed.
His condition looked even worse under the clear lighting of that place.
His ribs pressed against the skin, his shoulders had been reduced to sharp bones, and every vertebra could be seen without difficulty.
Across his back, however, Alvitr had done something that made it impossible to focus only on the malnutrition.
