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"Ready to go?" Malakor asked at four in the morning the next day.
Ten minutes earlier, he had been in such excruciating pain that he had cried blood in agony.
And now he was acting as if nothing had happened.
'His mental fortitude must be his most impressive trait.' Edward was certain of it.
"I think I am," he replied. "I just have one question."
"Go ahead. Just ask whatever you want."
Edward nodded. "Earlier, I was being followed by many groups. How are we going to escape them?"
"We'll be able to escape many of them; with others, we'll have to fight. With this head and the rocks in your body, it'll be easy to avoid unnecessary attention, so we'll just focus on fighting the ones that are unavoidable."
Edward nodded. "I understand. And one more thing. Yesterday I killed one of the Corrupted Sanguines, but he came back to life. How are we going to prevent that?"
