"The match will be delayed for a few hours since they still have to fix the arena," the Cleric notified Keane who was seated in a wooden wheelchair. "For now, please stay here and wait for your next match."
"Thank you," Keane replied.
The Cleric nodded his head and left the room, leaving the skinny swordsman alone to meditate.
Keane's injuries had healed, but the damage he received from his battle with Gilbert was not of the flesh but of the soul.
Gilbert's final attack had rendered him unable to gather internal energy, which prevented him from using his technique to the fullest.
The irony of it all was after he had purified the insidious tea that was filled with laxative that Cai had given him, Keane had used up most of what little of the Internal Energy had remained inside his body.