They don't even know who I am. Of course, they don't; they are illusions.
The irony was breathtaking. These powerful nobles, who'd commanded armies and influenced kingdoms, reduced to pleading with a young woman they'd forgotten existed.
I could save them all. My abilities are more than sufficient. This isn't a test of knowledge or ability.
The healing knowledge flowed through her consciousness—exactly how to treat each injury, which patients to prioritise, how to stabilise the critical cases while working through the others systematically.
Or I could let them die. Let them experience the fear and pain they inflicted on others.
"Healer!" The man's voice carried from his tent, weaker now as blood loss progressed.
"Please, I can feel myself fading. Whatever grievances you hold—surely mercy is better than vengeance."
Mercy...mercy. Mercy! That's all they talk about. Yet they don't have an ounce of it.
