The party is close

The next morning.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Kianel, though Mr. Reynold is still alive, it will be impossible to restore his hand and he will have a lot of difficulties recovering his previous power," said a man in a long white robe, standing near a bed in a room of huge size and luxurious design.

"Are you sure, Mr, Philip that there's no other way to fix his hand? " A middle-aged man asked with a worried expression on his face

"I am sorry master Kianel," Mr. Philip replied with a powerless expression

"Ahh, my son…." A middle-aged woman cried out loud as she sat on the side of a bed where a young man lay unconscious, covered in wounds, with an uncomfortable expression on his face.

"Well, thank you for saving his life Mr. Philip," said the man, then politely opened the door of the room