The room was completely silent.
A heavy silence.
No one spoke at first. Because they were all staring at the same thing.
The stretcher. And what lay on it.
"...Shit…" Max muttered under his breath.
The figure was not something anyone could easily ignore.
A figure with two heads, four arms, and a single body… held together by magic, bandages… and desperation.
Abel scratched his head, leaving an even darker smear of soot behind.
"...Uh…"
He forced an awkward smile.
"...Sorry about how it turned out."
He shrugged slightly.
"...It didn't… exactly go the way I expected, I know."
Dorian stepped forward, observing carefully.
"...It wasn't entirely your fault, don't worry."
His tone was serious.
"...Body reconstruction and resurrection magic is extremely complex, especially for an amateur."
He paused briefly.
"...And besides… it's forbidden."
Abel raised an eyebrow.
"...I hope you're not thinking about reporting me, then."
Dorian glanced at him sideways.
And then…
