But even as countless beings searched desperately for the corpses of their racial members and fallen teammates, some did not join in that grim task. Not because they were heartless, no, far from it, but simply because none among them had died. They were, quite simply, built differently.
One such example was the Celestial Race, led by Zachary. The five members of the Older Generation floated calmly through the void, their expressions composed and unshaken. Though they bore visible injuries, every single one of them remained alive. None wasted their precious health potions; they knew that once they returned to their home planets, a full and free healing session awaited them. For beings of their standing, patience was far more valuable than haste.
