"First, heal the wounded. I won't have anyone here looking weak. Move," she commanded, as though she were not the one responsible for all the violence in the first place.
The sorcerers, skilled in healing magic, didn't question the order. Afraid that any delay would only further agitate Lucia, they quickly dropped to their knees.
They chanted incantations under their breath, their magic weaving through the air and pouring into the bodies of the wounded. The green aura surged from their palms, wrapping around broken limbs and bruised flesh, stitching wounds closed.
Asher observed the healers' efforts, noting that their spells were adequate but lacked the effectiveness he was used to.
"You might think she's being too harsh, but there's actually a reason for her behavior," Lazeth tried to explain.
"I don't really care. I'm just an outsider here," he responded.
