Hugo watched for a moment as the young hunter lay on the cold ground, still shaken by the after-effects of the end of his [Berserker] skill. He motioned to the medical assistants to come quickly, pointing at Isaac:
- Come on, he needs quick treatment. Bring him some energy syringes. His body has taken far more than the usual limit for a test of this rank.
The two assistants, dressed in white coats, arrived at once with a small briefcase. One took out several syringes filled with a luminous bluish liquid, while the other checked Isaac's vital signs with a portable scanner.
Isaac watched, breathing heavily, his muscles still shaking with violent tremors. Hugo crouched down beside him again, his gaze serious but benevolent:
