“212 injured, but no one dead you say?” Gavin was genuinely surprised upon hearing the report.
“Yes, High Elder,” a dark-skinned core disciple in green uniform replied. She was short but toned. Her spiky black hair covered up a bit of her height. “But many got burnt flesh and broken bones. They will be bedridden for months unless we provide them support.”
“Mm. Two hundred isn’t a small number, even for foot disciples. And eleven of the victims are outer disciples. It’s admirable that this boy tackled that many while not being in full health. And what’s more, word is that he fought Green’s grandson at the dark dungeon.” He pondered for a moment. (And that lightning pillar… Is this the kid Dusul was talking about?)
“Since he’s able to use Blood Drive well enough, he’s
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WHIT 88 - OVERPOWERING FOE
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