[220] A Cruel World.

14,457 dead.

30,098 seriously injured.

And many many more who were injured.

It was a fucked up day.

Aror was decimated, literally. Numerous buildings are gone, people are dead and another infrastructure is completely destroyed.

That was the day that Elton also lost everything, like many others.

He woke up in a hospital, he heard the faint, ringing sound of arguing.

He breathed, but even that was a laborious task, he tried to move, but that was an impossible task.

He could barely see, he could barely open his eyes.

It was as if an eternity had passed. And then he could hear.

"I'm sorry...but there is nothing we can do."

"What do you mean?! Isn't it your fucking job?!"

"I can't do anything about his legs! They've been reduced to mush, and demonic energy has seeped into his body...I'm just a C-rank healer...I can't do it."

One of them was a familiar voice...the voice of his father And the other he was unaware of.