Soon, Kael was limping forward, one hand clutching his ribs like he was holding in his own guts.
"Fuck," he muttered. "Now it hurts like hell."
Yue floated beside him, arms folded, a perfect picture of unhelpful serenity.
"You really should learn a healing spell."
Kael gave her a sideways glare.
"Great idea. I'll squeeze that in between bleeding and dying."
Ahead, his destination came into view:
The so-called "Free hospital"—a title he used generously.
Once a half-collapsed church full of spiders and bird shit, it now stood upright, suspiciously functional.
His gold had clearly gone into more than just holy candles.
The stone was still damp and old as sin, but someone had patched the walls and fixed the doors—probably not out of piety.
He pulled a mask over his face with a practiced motion and slipped into the building like a bad decision.
Inside, shadows reigned.
Of course they did.
