Just like his Dadi, everybody was fragile and weak. He saw their faces. He heard their prayers. No matter how illogical it was, Kazi Hossain wasn't able to stop himself from answering those prayers. He healed everyone he could, the Divine Rain pouring down harder and harder until the stench withered away.
All except Jack.
"I was wondering when you would show up." Slow footsteps followed the voice of the Ripper, very calm and cool, his golden rapier scratching the ground and the flesh of the corpses. A piece of his mask chipped off. "Such optimism. Such power. This rain…is it your doing? I'm shocked. An A-class skill? Or S-class? Regardless, manipulating clouds is as hard as establishing an octa-circle."
Casting Divine Rain sucked up ninety percent of his mana. Kazi didn't move, however, kneeling and looking down at Marta with a smile. "I'll be back," he said.
The blonde's tears mingled with the rain. "Please don't die…"
