"Remove them from the infirmary, and bring another group of soldiers here," Rosalind commanded, her voice strained with exhaustion. Despite her own fatigue, she had no choice but to continue.
The Darkness had proven effective in healing the soldiers, but the battle was far from over. Their bodies remained weakened, requiring diligent care to ensure a full recovery.
Rosalind reclined in her chair, her face pale from the strain of channeling the Darkness. She closed her eyes, seeking a moment of respite amidst the chaos. However, the whispers persisted their urgent warnings echoing in her mind.
"Run... they are coming... run," the voice inside her head echoed.
She made no attempt to hide her torment. The relentless whispers had taken their toll on her, weakening not only her body but also her spirit. She took a deep breath, yearning for a brief moment of tranquility.
