The Tarnished was dead... no, that was impossible.
Every bone in his body had shattered, his muscles had charred and torn apart, and his organs had turned to mush. He was also blind and deaf, but none of that was the same as being dead.
Everyone had piled countless protections and strength buffs onto him, allowing him to perform that incredible feat-and survive with a sliver of health.
Under Melina's guidance, Irina and Nepheli carried the Tarnished to a Site of Grace. The moment his charred palm touched the light, the mortally wounded Tarnished recovered in a single second, restored to full health.
Such was the power of a god.
Thanks be to Goddess Marika, and to Lewis as well.
So, ten minutes after stopping the iron ball, while the evacuees were still treating bruises caused by the crush of the crowd, the Tarnished was already back at work, full of energy.
"The iron ball caused varying degrees of damage to several pastures and production facilities. One cliff collapsed, and the rubble blocked the river, forming two small landslide lakes. Fia has already taken Those Who Live in Death to clear the debris. Since they need neither sleep nor rest, they should finish in about fifty-two hours."
"Those Who Live in Death really are indispensable," the Tarnished said appreciatively. "If they didn't go without food and drink, I'd give each of them a hundred grams of lamb as a reward."
Everyone nodded. Even D offered no objection. Their contributions were plain for all to see, and he wasn't so narrow-minded that he would let his personal likes and dislikes blind him to right and wrong.
"What about casualties?" the Tarnished asked next.
This time, Irina answered. "Thanks to your heroic efforts, the iron ball never reached the central district, and