Chapter 76: An Attempt to Help

One of the walls of the temple was still standing with part of the second floor jutting out, making a crude shelter under which Micheal had set up his hospital, though it had long since expanded far beyond the temple grounds. They found him there, ragged and stained with blood as he passed from bed to bed, offering what comfort he could until they could be seen by a doctor.

He glanced up and saw Ellis and Dorian. “Empress!” Micheal said as if talking to himself. “Good.”

“I brought more people to help,” Ellis offered, gesturing at her group.

“Good,” he repeated. He wore the same dazed look most of the survivors had. For a moment, Ellis was in despair. She was in need of his guidance, but it seemed that she was on her own.

He moved to the next bed, checked the pulse of the person lying on it. “This one is dead,” he said dispassionately.

Ellis winced at the lack of emotion in his voice. She k