Some distance away, in the emergency sick bay, the injured were being brought as the war was over. Finally, the Inquisitors won, and most of the remaining men of the Duke surrendered after seeing the fanatic attacks of the Inquisitors blowing themselves up. It was something that could shake any man. After all, how was one to fight someone who didn't care about his own life?
But the misery of those injured in the Duke's army was far from over. As they were brought to the camp, Isabella had to get to her work. Per her promise to Sylvester and the order she received, she had to experiment on them—their eyes in particular.
Felix stood guard as she performed her experiments on the injured men. Some of them had gone blind naturally from various magical attacks in the battle, so she had enough sample size.
"Where is Sylvester?"
"Fighting for all of us. Just pray that he wins." Felix replied and silently watched over everything.
