Chapter 268: Dragon Slayer
Kefira watched the rise and fall of Reivyn’s chest as she sat next to him, holding his hand. He had been unconscious for several days after their Party had been forcibly expelled from the Dungeon after he had killed the Dragon.
None of them understood why they had been automatically teleported out of the Dungeon at first. They had all witnessed the domination of Reivyn over the Dragon. It had been a completely different experience than was typically seen when the Hero of the scenario wasn’t a person. Everyone had expected Reivyn to struggle against the Dragon, not completely decimate it.
There had been no indication from their end that there was anything wrong.
As soon as they were all teleported out of the Dungeon, though, it was immediately apparent that something was terribly wrong. Reivyn was teleported with the rest of them, but he was unresponsive, lying on the ground.
Kefira and the rest of the Party were preoccupied attempting to wake Reivyn and figure out what was wrong, so they weren’t aware of the mayhem that had encompassed the rest of the military surrounding the Dungeon. It wasn’t until they decided to transport Reivyn away from the Dungeon that they looked up and realized their experience wasn’t the only anomaly.
Every single other Party that had been inside the Dungeon when they had defeated the Dragon had simultaneously been expelled. The Dungeon portal had shifted from a welcoming bluish glow to an angry red, and nobody could enter. Everyone who approached the Dungeon simply walked through the portal as if it wasn’t there.
They had rushed Reivyn to the Imperial Palace and summoned the Imperial Physician. The wisened man had conducted all sorts of diagnostic procedures to try and figure out what the issue was, including Class Skills that defied mundane procedures that non-Classers were relegated to. No matter what procedure the physician performed, though, everything came back that Reivyn was perfectly fine.
They couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him, and they couldn’t wake him. They had moved him to his parents’ house on the grounds and put him in his bed for comfort. There was nothing they could do but wait, and that’s what they did.
Kefira hardly left his side while he was bedridden, which obviously meant Serilla was nearby as well. Ameliyn was distraught, understandably, but she wasn’t one to panic. She also had the prior experience of losing her son for years, and the fact that he was right there in her house did a lot to assuage her fears. Refix was a frequent visitor, but he made a point to continue training each morning and dragged Kefira and Serilla along with him. The twins had decorated Reivyn’s bed with their unique style of art that supplied enhanced rest and healing for anyone sleeping in the bed, but there were no obvious improvements.