A thousand meters underground, the faint golden light rain of Purification slowly dissipated.
Ian withdrew his palm. The corruption on the three hundred-odd survivors had been completely purified.
The cloudiness in their eyes had vanished, leaving only endless gratitude.
Ian noticed a little girl staring blankly at him, her face streaked with tears.
'He sighed to himself. In his past life, a girl this age would be in school, the apple of her parents' eye.'
'But in this world, even survival wasn't guaranteed.'
"Thank you, milord..."
The chieftain touched his neck, where pustules had once festered. Tears streamed down his aged face as he staggered forward two steps, about to kneel.
Ian's Gravity Field silently supported him. "That won't be necessary."
He glanced around, seeing the fervent hope in their eyes.
"I need to understand this world. Tell me everything you know."
