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For some time now, Vik began to think that walking barefoot on the roads was a completely natural activity for him. And the fact that he was wearing only pants did not bother him at all. Compared to the torn chest and shoulder, it generally seemed like some kind of trifle.

Vic moved his injured arm, grimaced, looked at the silently wandering Kim.

- Hey, doctor, can you heal my shoulder at least? After all, our safety depends on it. I'm worse with my left hand than my right.

Kim touched him on the shoulder without answering and whispered almost inaudible incantations as he went. The Vistolet felt a rush of warmth, and the wound tingled. The skin was quickly pulled together and in place of the ruptures scars formed almost instantly. Vic hissed through his teeth, the energy tormenting his flesh too mercilessly, even if it was healing, but the speed and strength of this healing was definitely not normal. Vic twitched, shook off the mage's hand, and rubbed his healed shoulder. Stab needles
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