CH407 Regrouping
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'Come on. Give me a break.'
For what felt like the hundredth time since arriving on Verdantis, Alex wanted to cuss loud enough to shake the plane itself. The only things stopping him were noble etiquette… and the very real possibility that doing so would rattle his already-tense party.
He took a slow breath and looked grimly ahead.
Even without Spirit Sight, he could picture the fortress troops clearly—battered morale suddenly rekindled, their spirits raised anew by the lingering radiance of [Pious Devotion].
The damned "miracle" had swept away the fear and dread that should have smothered the fortress after he collapsed half of the temple.
'Damned priest. You couldn't just die quietly, could you? You had to drag me down with you…'
Alex glanced once more at the mangled corpse. Rage simmered… but beneath it, a reluctant speck of respect.
