The threat of disintegration was finally gone—at the cost of Takeshi's sacrifice.
And what sent Lanling to the edge of breaking was the thought that he might be the only one to remember it—if Haruki's memories reset again.
But for now, his focus was fixed on Meixi as she worked to regenerate one of Haruki's missing limbs.
A part of his heart settled as he watched the right leg take form, flesh and bone materializing before his eyes.
Meixi sighed, the strain of divine intervention wearing on her body. She weakly waved a hand, her usually sharp gaze dull with exhaustion.
"This is all I can do for now. Come back next month."
She dreaded the week she would have to spend submerged in the divine pool to restore her connection to Celestina. But since this was for her brother, the bitterness was easier to swallow.
"Thank you, sis. I'll send a month's worth of floral pastries to your temple—your favorite."
"You better! Hmph."
