BODYGUARD

The medical facility buzzed with activity as Myra and the general continued their tireless efforts to heal the wounded. City after city, they moved, mending the destruction left in the wake of chaos. Though grateful for her ability to heal, Myra couldn't help but feel the physical toll of the constant demand for her powers.

Collapsing onto a sofa in the medical facility, Myra expressed her exhaustion. "Just yesterday, I was unconscious, and now I'm being worked like a mule," she complained, panting heavily.

The general, still focused on their mission, acknowledged her weariness. "It can't be helped. News about your death was spread online. We have to show that it's false," he explained, emphasizing the importance of dispelling the false rumors.

Amidst the fatigue, a question surfaced in Myra's mind. "Ah, I just remembered, why was Dylan wearing a collar?" she inquired, curious about the peculiar detail.