Parts of the pillars were chipped off from the bombings and there were scorch marks on the temple, but it didn’t seem like any of the bombs had been a critical strike.
There were probably no victims, he thought when he found a woman fallen beside one of the salt pillars.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
Adlet rushed over. The woman was wearing a Shinto priest outfit and her back was terribly burned.
“Hang in there, I’ll help you.” Adlet said, sitting her up in his arms. “Don’t worry! Your wounds aren’t deep!” He said as he searched one of his pouches for medicine.
“Qui-ckly,” the woman said, pointing to the temple.
“It’s alright now! Don’t move.”