"Be careful. It's best you don't move for now—your wound was critical, even for a Hero."
"I am… fine."
Beatrice woke up half an hour ago, from a wound that would've definitely killed a non-Hero individual. Of course, it wasn't just because she was a Hero that she was able to survive. The doctors also did their best, beyond the utmost of their abilities.
And Beatrice, even though groggy, knew she owed these people their lives… and she also knew why they went above and beyond.
The answer was staring at her from their chests, or rather, hanging from their necks. The sigil of the Church of Administrators, but now… replaced by Adam's silhouette?
"That…" Beatrice almost pointed at the sigil. Fortunately for her, an IV catheter was still attached to the back of her hand. It was then that she also realized how weak she was, her body almost dropping back to the bed.
