Oh no, to be precise, it's "lively and feeble."
Everyone looked like they were on the verge of death, yet miraculously maintained consciousness.
The contrast was so stark, it was simply jaw-dropping.
Ian Brighton's gaze fell on Seraphina Caldwell, noticing the faint dark veins under her eyes, and only then did he nod slightly.
"The Witch Doctor asserted yesterday that it's nine out of ten chances of survival, and said making it past this morning would be miraculous. But unexpectedly... they really made it."
He turned to look at Adrian Locke beside him.
"Adrian, quickly call the Witch Doctor over to take a look. Check their injuries thoroughly; one's hoping it's not just a temporary recovery before worsening again."
"Alright!"
Adrian agreed promptly, yet silently recited a prayer, having held his breath for so long, finally able to relax a bit.
No one's dead; that's the best news!
The situation can still be managed and not spiral into chaos.
