Shvt... This was all my fault, wasn't it... If only I was good enough to somehow defeat someone that can control the very earth itself. I mean, I knew that it was impossible as I was now, but dammit did I still think that I could've taken him if I was at least prepared enough for him!
"N-never mind then," I quickly steered the conversation away from the obvious landmine. "How's everyone?"
"Everyone's pretty down." I grimly nodded at Emeraud's words. Understandable. "Baccus is organizing everyone for the relief efforts, but the losses we suffered are far from good."
I hummed in affirmation as I digested the bit of news I just got. So depending on how bad it was, I was expecting either pandemic-levels of people to treat, typhoon-levels of damage to rebuild, or worse, both.
I wasn't sure which of the three scenarios I wanted to deal with.
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!
Creation is hard, cheer me up!
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