Chapter 149 The Aftermath
- Third Person POV
- The infirmary no longer smelled of blood and panic.
- Instead, it carried the quiet, herbal scent of crushed leaves, sacred oils, and warm water infused with magic. Candles burned low along the stone walls, their flames steady and respectful, as if even fire understood that this was not a place for chaos anymore. It was a place of reckoning. Of healing. Of survival.