"Gods will bleed."
An intermittent and weak voice came from the broken metal skull. It was emotionless, as if it was just clarifying a result.
a mortal's creation. Interesting.
The saintess didn't get angry. She looked at the metal head with interest.
He gently wiped away the blood on his cheek, and the wound had healed.
Immediately, the saintess put away the severely damaged metal head as a little toy and set off for other cities in the imaska Empire. However, when she left, the saintess looked around with a puzzled expression. Just now, she had a feeling that she was being spied on.
Whoosh!
An injured squirrel pushed away the gravel, attracting the attention of the female saint.
"It's you, poor little guy."
The saintess showed a look of pity.
He stretched out his finger and gently touched it. The back of the little squirrel, which had been badly mutilated by the aftermath of the explosion, instantly healed.
