What Cannot Be Chosen (4) In the Creas Defense Army infirmary, Alpheas was undergoing delicate surgery as the army surgeon painstakingly aligned the bone fragments. Besides Alpheas, countless other wounded lay groaning in pain, blood still seeping from their bodies. “Hrrrgh…” They had survived thanks to healing magic, but their bodies had suffered severe functional damage. Liria asked, “Shirone, can’t...
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