Chapter 124: The Healer Who Wielded The Sword
When Lara returned to the infirmary, it was overflowing with the wounded. The air was thick with the sharp tang of blood and herbs, mingling with the low groans of soldiers in pain. The two larger tents, once used as barracks, had been hastily converted back into medical stations. Canvas flaps hung open, revealing rows of men lying on makeshift cots, their bodies broken and battered.
Though the battle at the front had ended with the retreat of the Estalis forces, the fighting raged on to the east, west, and north.
General Odin had already diverted troops to the western front, where Northem forces had taken to the edge of the mountain, using the rocky terrain as shield and vantage point. Defeating them was proving difficult — they could vanish into the foothills, regroup, and strike again like shadows slipping through the cracks.
Lara looked for her master but did not find him. A soldier, his face pale and slick with sweat, pointed toward the west. "He’s fighting alongside General Odin."
She nodded, relief washing over her. Her master was capable — she had no doubt he could hold his own.
When she inquired about Bener, the news tightened her chest. The battle to the east proved to be difficult, but Bener and the three thousand elite soldiers with him were pushing the enemies to retreat to the mangrove forest.
Lara stepped into the infirmary. The first thing she saw was Asael helping dress the wound of some of the injured. Lara frowned. He was still a patient. What was he doing?
When Asael met Lara’s glare, he just shrugged. He felt useless. He had not contributed anything to the battle. At least he wanted to help in his limited capacity.
Two unfamiliar doctors moved through the chaos, their hands stained red. Lara guessed they were the ones who had been sick when she visited Hainai. Without hesitation, she rolled up her sleeves and set to work.