1564024802

He barely heard the soldiers around him,
tense and skittish in the snow that blew
between their quickly erected tents. How
many more wounded would die tonight?
He’d already pulled rank to get Lysandra
care from the best healers they had left. And
still it was not good enough, the healers not
gifted magically. And despite Lysandra’s
quicker healing abilities, they’d still had to
stitch up her leg. And now changed the
bandages every few hours. The wound had
sealed, mercifully, likely fast enough to avoid
infection.
Many of the injured amongst them could
not say the same. The rotting wounds, the
festering blood within their veins ... Every
morning, more and more bodies had been left
behind in the snow, the ground too frozen and
with no time to burn them.
Food for Erawan’s beasts, the soldiers