Hearing Luka advise him to become a medical soldier, Floyd gave him an exhausted smile as he shook his head.
"I'm fine with my current position. I am not interested in pursuing the medical field."
"That's a shame, that is one good medical soldier gone, and another powerful soldier gained. Still, you have a bright future ahead of you, and as long as you don't die here, I believe you can become a Bloodmaster one day." Luka gave Floyd his signature calming smile and a pat on the shoulder to give him some encouragement before walking away to help another soldier.
Watching Luka walk away, Floyd silently sighed as he felt that it was surreal to see someone close to his age already used to the war. He didn't even flinch when he saw a soldier nearly cut in half and blood gushing from his life-ending injury.
