The medical officer wearing a bird-beak mask is adjusting the infusion tube, the metallic prosthetic eye glowing red, "The Holy Blood Pharmacist has replaced your artificial circulation system—using living metal sent by the Alliance."
Dante tried to raise his arm, discovering silver fluid flowing along his veins. This reminded him of the Fearful Dead technology he had seen four hundred years ago during the battle with the Space Undead, causing a metallic taste to rise in his throat: "Alien creation?"
"It's the improved nano-medical unit." Pharmacist Azriel lifted the tent flap and came in, his crimson cloak still bearing sulfur scorch marks, "Even though the priests of the Sect of Mechanics almost launched a holy war over this, one has to admit..." He shook the empty medicine bottle, "These supplies from the Gu Group have restored the battle group medicine stock from 3% to 17%."
