Lyra knew she didn't have what it took to fight a Level-Eight Beast, so she stuck with the medical team, serving as a healer.
"Intern, over here!" someone called out.
She quickly set aside what she was doing and rushed to the entrance hall to help carry in the wounded soldiers.
Just then, a woman burst in, panic in her voice. "Captain, there are too many injured on the battlefield, and we don't have enough people to transport them!"
The captain was busy treating a patient, and he frowned. Usually, they could request backup medical teams, but being on an alien planet changed everything.
He called the adjutant coordinating things in the command room.
"Where am I supposed to find more people?" the adjutant snapped. "That's a level-eight beast out there! We've already deployed everyone available!"
