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She had a long dream.
In the dream, countless people dressed in white chinese-styled gowns and masks surrounded her, perspiring as they bustled around her.
From their shocked and serious expressions, she could tell that they were up against a thorny problem.
That's right, my body was severely injured and on the brink of death, is this my mind consoling myself?
She was well aware of her own situation and knew that any ordinary health professional would turn their heads upon seeing her and request for funeral arrangements instead of spending their efforts on a futile attempt to save her.
Although she believed that Roland was one of the Creators, she knew that even God was not omnipotent—otherwise He would not require the Oracles.
She had persevered till the end as promised, leaving her with a clear conscience.
