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Medici stood with his arms folded, leaning against the wall beside his office door, frowning as he considered the connections involved.
As far as he remembered, the Lord had never been one to treat people differently in such circumstances. Perhaps an angel like him really was a little more important, but the Lord would certainly never turn a blind eye to a deadly flood.
What exactly was the Lord doing on the Eastern Continent? He was willing to answer my prayers, yet hadn't considered saving Intis?
This wasn't at all like the way he had always acted...
The great snake was on the Eastern Continent. Should I ask him?
As Medici was thinking, a group approached from a distance.
Dunn, who had lost a leg, walked on a pair of crutches, no longer displaying the stubbornness of the previous two days, when he would rather hop on one leg than use crutches even if it killed him. Traynor pushed a wheelchair, chatting with Dunn about this and that with a hint of schadenfreude on his face. Sitting in the wheelchair was someone with only half his body left, his hand still stroking a tabby cat that looked rather unwilling but dared not protest.
For a moment, Medici couldn't help wondering why he could already read the cat's expressions when he hadn't even petted it much.
Strange black shadows covered both wounded men's injuries. Not only did these black lines and shadows prevent their flesh from regenerating, but they also continued tearing apart the surrounding tissue. What had injured them were automatic counterattacks from the laws of the Balancer, Derlink Augustus, and George III. Had they not maintained a Mind Link with Medici, sharing his level, the laws would already have torn them to pieces.
The Creator's spirituality still responded