“Quickly… hurry, you won’t make it…. please all…”
Adlet ground his teeth. Without medicine there was little he could do for her. I wish I’d brought the iron box. It contained bandages and gauze for burns.
“I’m alright…even though things look bad…I’m a Saint.”
“Don’t die.”
Adlet gently lowered her head to the ground, then went past the salt pillars and stood in front of the temple.
The temple door was closed with a strong lock. Adlet inserted his sword into the keyhole and tried to forcibly wrench it open, but the lock didn’t budge.