"Hades?" Luna gasped as she saw him entering the castle.
His clothes were scorched, his torso bare, and his left arm hung uselessly by his side. His face was bruised, one eye darkened, and blood trickled down from his head and stomach. Even his legs seemed barely able to support him.
Marilyn was the first to reach him, quickly wrapping an arm around him and guiding him to the couch.
"Ah, don't worry about it… just training," he muttered weakly, his eyes unfocused.
Luna placed her hand on his chest, a soft green glow spreading beneath her palm. Warm light seeped into his skin, closing his wounds bit by bit. She could feel several fractured bones and how much blood he had already lost.
"What kind of training causes this?" Marilyn asked with a frown.
She had seen harsh teachers before—her sister being one of them—but never anything like this. Even during the most punishing sessions, the damage had never been this severe.
