The Southern Heavenly Wind circulated every time Ryu took a breath, but the wounds in his body didn't seem to want to heal no matter what he did. It was like a permanent mark on his body, but Ryu was hardly worried about this. With where he would be going, this state wouldn't last very long.
Ailsa remained silent and didn't respond to Ryu. Once the stars were about to fade completely, she entered her small form once again, finding her place on Ryu's shoulder.
When the World Sea Realm experts broke free from their shackles, King Cultus had already appeared to Ryu's side, a palm landing on his shoulder.
Rather than gazing toward his father-in-law, Ryu gazed at the hand on him. He really wasn't in the mood to deal with any bullshit at the moment because he felt like there was a growing tumor in the pit of his stomach. This faux concern from his supposed father-in-law which was really just a control tactic wasn't among the things he had patience for right now.
