Seeing Lei Xi'er's frail appearance, the three Silver-faced Mages looked at each other, and almost simultaneously removed their masks, revealing anxious faces hidden beneath the silver.
"Lei Xi'er," a slightly older mage with a steady voice spoke first, "you've finally appeared. We couldn't reach you for a long time, and what about Modi and Flavia... where are they?"
Lei Xi'er quietly sat in a wheelchair nearby, covered by a thin blanket, appearing more emaciated than before.
He looked at the familiar faces of the three, a trace of emotion flickering in his eyes, like the joy of a long-awaited reunion, yet also like extreme suppressed sorrow.
The three saw his silence and exchanged glances, their unease becoming more evident.
"They... had an accident." Lei Xi'er finally spoke, his voice so low it was almost inaudible.
