Matias helped with the procedure, cradling the boss's legs and settling them down on the bloodied sheets. He eyed Scarlet as she spoke before looking back at the boss's pseudocorpse. With no blood or shadows or aggression in the way, he could now take a proper gander at what the group was looking at.

"Look," he said, pointing at the notable mark on the boss's chest. "That's the actual wound, pretty sure. Never seems anything like it, honestly. The marks..."

His fingers floated over the raised lines sprouting over the boss's skin from the wound itself.

"... Is this magic or something?"