Jessica tried. Her hands glowed brighter as she channeled healing energy into Satou's body, specifically targeting specific organs in the body to stimulate consciousness. It was a technique she'd developed for treating warriors who'd been knocked unconscious in battle—a gentle magical shock that should have woken anyone.
Satou didn't even twitch.
"It's not working," Jessica said, panic creeping into her voice. "Lyra, nothing's working. It's like his consciousness isn't even in his body. I can heal physical injuries, but this... this is something else."
Lyra tried next. She shook him harder, called his name louder, even tried the old method of splashing cold water on his face. Nothing produced even the slightest reaction. It was as if Satou's mind had simply... left.
