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... filtered through the hospital windows. The healers’ chants echoed through halls that reeked of antiseptic and charred flesh. Leon lay motionless in an enchanted bed, regenerative runes pulsing beneath blood-soaked bandages that wrapped his torso.
The upper district hospital was the only functioning medical hub left in Armathor after the attack. Everything else had been reduced to rubble and memory. Wounded hunters filled every available bed while healers worked around the clock to keep t ...
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