Ra sorted out some of the disorderly bloodflow and messily arranged internal organs in Zach's body with some strategically placed strikes that were more like acupuncture than punches. Some of the stiffness and discomfort of Zach's body eased up, but he was far from perfect, and it was only a stopgap measure.
Unless Zach figured out a way to mend the error in his soul, the cracks in his vessel would only worsen. The problem was only the fact that he did not know what the error was.
The one who called him Lamb hadn't gone into detail. He didn't even know where to begin.
But hopefully, the one who called him a lamb could do something about it once he freed her. She had almost pieced him back together with her strength sealed, after all.
There was hope.
He just had to be quick.
So, as soon as Mandra was ready, they left Ra behind and returned to what had once been the prosperous holy grounds of the Order of Purification.
Neither Order nor purity remained.
