Ceil, Claire, and Ella, the three strongest girls of their respective years, were busy assisting the injured instructors and soldiers, their hands covered in blood and dirt as they worked swiftly.
Their hearts were heavy but determined. The battle had ended, but the aftermath left them no time to rest. The sound of painful moans and hurried footsteps filled the air as the healthy soldiers began picking up their fallen comrades, some rushing to tend to those in critical condition.
Adrian had taken the injured instructors and left for Veda's mansion, trusting the remaining students and soldiers to handle the situation.
The sky was turning darker with the remnants of the battle still hanging in the air like a weight none of them could shake off.
"Senior Ella, how's Instructor Vern?" Ceil asked, wiping sweat from her brow as she leaned down to wrap a soldier's bandages tighter.
