"Move aside!"
Bladebreakers bellowed as they took their commander into the camp under the watchful eyes of other soldiers.
Alec was behind him, his expression cold as ice.
Adam and Paul also followed as they took Lambert into the infirmary tent, where some soldiers who couldn't be healed instantly still lay on their beds.
The beds were made of wood and a cloth draped upon the wood.
Lambert was gently dropped on one bed, and the apothecaries and two priestesses came over. The apothecaries quickly removed Lambert's chest plate, pauldrons, couter, and his gambeson, revealing his skin.
They could see the gruesome damage done to his right chest, spreading to his shoulder and right arm.
The sight of the wound made Adam, Paul, and Alec squint, their eyebrows furrowed.
"Will he live?"
