"Young Luke, can you revive anyone...?"
Persimmon breathe out and asked in a dispirited voice that completely betrayed that he did not actually believe that it was possible.
"No. Sorry. The system is blocking me from doing so - it must be because they come into contact with the smoke that the sigil monster released."
The young healer shook his head, looking staring down at the ground with a crestfallen expression.
"I've heard that those creatures are really dangerous, but I never really realized how serious the threat was..."
Mia spoke up, leaning against the back of the sitting healer and pressing her cheek against the top of his head.
"How about the elite ones that the blue undead...?"
"...what...? The ones that got eaten...? No, sorry, sir Kabuto, even though my magic is strong, I cannot completely rebuild the body from the puddle of blood."
