The damage caused by the Witch was truly astonishing. Although the Arcanist standing in the square could not directly see the disaster zone, the live satellite images showed that the Four Virtues Angel's corpse had destroyed more than one building. Salomon was once again glad that he had evacuated the crowd. Otherwise, the locals might very well have been buried beneath the rubble without realizing what was happening. Out of some unspoken sense of responsibility, Salomon would not allow himself to stand by when casualties could be avoided.
The excuse of a Biological Weapon leak never failed. No wonder S.H.I.E.L.D. had always used it whenever they needed to evacuate an area. They had even used it when Thor's hammer fell from the sky, sending the guy who had been grilling meat for Salomon fleeing in panic.
Fighting The Sage was exceptionally exhausting. The mental fatigue far surpassed the physical strain. Although Salomon had resisted opening too many Holy Marks, he still had to exert himself somewhat against such a terrifying enemy. He had to constantly cast his gaze into higher and deeper planes to observe The Sage's movements, while devising countermeasures amid clashes of sword and spear, setting traps, and considering how to lay the next trap after the previous one was exposed. At the same time, his eyes in the Material Plane still had to remain fixed on the enemy, and his brain had to rely on past training to fend off attacks. Therefore, once the battle ended and he closed the Holy Marks, his mind felt heavy and muddled. He had no choice but to inject drugs through the Power Armor's life-support system to maintain his mental state as best he could and calm his lungs and heart, which felt ready to burst and nearly scorched.
He needed