It had been two hours since Bahamut's healing session. Sel and the others had been told what had happened with Bahamut, Exildra, and the aggressive ghoul parasite. After learning that it had been successful and that they were alright, the group finally left to have some rest.
The sect's higher-ups were also in an emergency meeting to discuss what had just happened. All of them were shocked by what Bahamut did. Even though he wasted... not exactly wasted, but still used his life force to save the elven girl, it was still an orthodox method that had never been practiced before. Not that it had never been thought of or proposed, but no one had the guts to do it.
What Bahamut did could be taken as foolishness or blind love and trust, but it still worked. It was successful, and it had become his. If they were ever to release this method to the world, it would be named after him.
