Chapter 509: Oginum
Poppy led Freya through the rain at a brisk pace. Dozens of stretchers carrying wounded soldiers passed by them and entered the white tents all around, whether they ever come out alive was beginning to seem more and more certain. There were plenty of doctors in Hollow Shade, but there were far fewer white mage healers. A mage could only push themselves so far before their mana reserves ran empty or their bodies collapsed due to overexertion.
Freya wondered to herself how far mundane medicine could save these people, her people. These were the soldiers who had just fought by her side. Who had died protecting this place.
“We’re here,” said Poppy.
Freya turned to her voice and saw the orc girl standing in front of a lone tent. A sigil of a golden hammer striking an anvil was etched above the tent’s opening. The heraldic symbol of House Goldelm. Oginum.
She glanced at Oginum hanging loosely in her grip. The hammer was no longer glowing with a dazzling light. It had returned to its ordinary golden sheen, save for the mud covering the bottom half. Freya realized she had been dragging the legendary hammer in the mud.
Shit, she sighed tiredly.
Poppy pulled the tent flap open and gestured her inside, “This way.”
Freya wiped Oginum off with the hem of her shirt the best she could, and hid the hammer behind her back before she walked into the tent. A pair of dwarf guards, clad in golden armor, stood at her brother’s bedside. Aric was sitting up in bed while his personal healer was casting a White healing spell over his back.
“Brother!” Freya gasped. Her voice choked up at the sight of him. “You’re alright!”