I collapsed onto the crate, clutching my arm. The wound was already knitting itself back together, turning into grey sludge before hardening into skin, but the cost was heavy. I felt dizzy.
[Mana Reserves: 15%. Warning: Low Battery.]
"Sir!" Sylvia was at my side in an instant, wrapping a bandage around my arm even though the cut was gone. Her hands were shaking. "You... you just bribed an Angel. With your own blood."
"It's just overhead cost, Sylvia," I wheezed, closing my eyes for a second to stop the world from spinning. "Cost of doing business."
I looked down the pass. The zombies had paused during the divine visitation, but now, without any new orders to stop, they resumed their work.
Sack. Grab. Pass.
The grain was moving again.
"We have four days to get enough food to the capital of the North," I said, forcing myself to stand up. "If we pull this off, the Church can’t touch us. Public opinion will be too high. We'll be the saviors of the North."
Sylvia stared at me. For the first time, she didn't look at me like I was just a boss or a monster. She looked at me like I was something entirely new.
"You're insane," she whispered.
"I'm a disruptor," I corrected. "Now, get the ledger. I need to calculate the depreciation value of these zombies."
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and then Add to home screen.