When Cecelia opened her eyes, she found herself lying in a strange room with no windows on all sides and the soft glow of recessed spotlights on the walls.

The pillows and mattress were soft. Cecelia seemed to be sleeping in a cloud, which wasvery comfortable.

But the headaches and half-healed burns were like needles poking Cecelia from time to time, straining her nerves to the point where she wanted to scream.

It seems that the limit of my healing power is just like that...

Cecelia struggled to lift her right hand, looked at the large gash in her arm, sighed, and tried to get out of bed to see...