More waves followed. Yet, with each impact, the temperature of the hull decreased, and since the engine was still going, the ship was getting farther and farther from the waves. The red glow faded, replaced by a more normal, albeit scorched, appearance.
The Chimaeric Demons continued their work on Erik. His face returned to a healthy color as their mana knit his wounds and healed his skin.
Erik's eyes fluttered open, unfocused at first but sharpening as awareness returned.
"W-what..." Erik tried to speak, but his voice was a hoarse whisper.
The Chimaeric Demons couldn't talk in their current form, but judging by the look in their eyes, they wanted Erik to rest.
Their master managed a weak nod before closing his eyes again. He could feel his strength returning, but fatigue was still there.