CH619

The day was long, as was the night with it. By the time they needed to go to the hospital, there were already people being carried through the mini-gate to receive treatment, having been brought into the relative safety of the fortress as others kept the demons from slipping through and once they got in, Thera was immediately swarmed with tasks.

She was the awakened healer of that location, something that most hospitals across the planet weren’t going to be lucky enough to have, but that meant she was also in the position to do the most and with the effort she put in she was showing it, doing her best to empty the location out, even with more patients constantly flooding in.

It was an impossible task, even with others around to help her, but she did all she was able to as the hours wore on, making what difference she could before she needed to rest.

By the time she’d made it to the beds, Ben had already been there for a while, having nothing more he could do and instead spent the time he had materializing more bullets for himself, stealing bits of mana from the surrounding sleeping healers when he was sure they’d have enough time to rest and replenish their reserves to fill up his ring and making a spatial bag from there to fill even more, trying to make up for his previous mistake as hours were spent creating bullets.

When they were reunited, without a word she leaned down to give him a brief kiss and he handed off the requested circlet, watching her choose to take the small amount of space beside him rather than one of the free bunks before she slipped it on and immediately nodded off, at least getting what mental benefits would come from having her sleep prolonged, even if she wouldn’t get to enjoy any physical ones.

And with her out, Ben suddenly had a far greater source of mana to take, creating his bullets in the sort of volume that would last him days until he finally went to sleep.

When he got to Myriad’s realm for the night, he found himself unusually alone, something his god had already warned him about but still felt strange as he did what little he could for his mental health as he sat back, created a nice meal to snack on, and did his absolute best to try not to think.

…This is a waste of time.