Silence hung in the room for a moment.
Then Lars smiled faintly.
"Thank you for healing me."
He stood up, his arms still trembling a little, but the bleeding had stopped.
I watched him with interest.
'Who is this guy?'
'He's got good instincts, can stay calm under pressure, and has some real leadership skills.'
'He is Rank 2 at his age, and he survived two direct hits from a Cursed Spirit whose narrative should be that it's here to catch us, so it's bound to be stronger than us no matter our strength.'
Someone like him could've become famous in the future.
But I had never heard of him.
Not just him. Even Calliope was Rank 3. Someone like her would've had a name somewhere in the records.
'Logically thinking, both of them must've died here.'
I sighed and spoke loudly. "Alright, everyone, listen to me."
They turned to face me.
"Five minutes, or seven minutes and thirty seconds, or fifteen minutes. That's how much time we have before the Cursed Spirit comes again," I said.
