“A disease? That’s what we are here for?” Amber interrupted, scoffing. “At the earliest stages of the B-ranks, we are immune to disease.” “Not. This. One,” Frank ground out. “Listen, when that man woke up, he was not right in the mind. He flew into a mad rage, attacking anyone who came near. He used any weapon he could get his hands on but was not shy about using tooth and nail. Father Richard captured him, obviously suffering no physical injury. This did not go… well.” Frank swallowed, voice hoarse. “When he no longer had a chance to escape, he… the sick man… he ruptured his Center.” “Oh
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