Rows of shelves stood neatly in place, crammed with injectors containing Mang Silver Souls to replenish Ether, along with medical kits, standard-issue Alchemy Armaments, and all kinds of other supplies.
"Ossana had all this planned out long ago?"
Bologue was mildly surprised, then he realized Ossana hadn't calculated him into the equation; she had only foreseen that this day would come. Even without him, someone else would have shown up here when the time came.
It just so happened that the one who appeared at this particular moment was Bologue, and that was all.
"Any of you hurt?" Yolanda said, opening a medical kit.
"No one's hurt," Bologue shook his head, then added, "I'm an Undead, he's a Lucky Ghost. This is the last kind of stuff we need."
"To be honest, I don't feel very lucky." Palmer nervously rubbed his Lucky Dice.
