It was the fastest bus ride of Mir's life. The driver didn't care how big the bumps on the road were, how large the potholes were, or whether anyone was falling out of their seats trying to grab on to their flying backpacks. The bus accumulated more airtime than any other vehicle on Enet City in those fifteen minutes.
Father Raquer was barely alive. They didn't know whether he could be saved, but that didn't stop them from doing their best to keep him alive. A couple of trainees had healing abilities, and they were busy trying to treat his wounds. The problem was, pretty much his whole body seemed to have been mutilated internally. It was an exceedingly difficult job for these untrained healers to deal with those internal wounds. Their focus mostly remained on his vital organs and the missing arm— the one that had vanquished the abomination somehow.
