Healing the Wounds

"We did it!" a warrior shouted, his voice filled with exhilaration. The air was thick with the scent of victory, a heady mix of adrenaline and relief.

Julie stood amidst the chaos, her heart pounding with a mixture of joy and exhaustion. The battle was over, and they had won. But the cost had been high. Many had fallen, their sacrifice a testament to their courage.

She turned her attention to the wounded, her healing abilities kicking in. With swift and gentle hands, she tended to their injuries, her eyes filled with compassion. Each life she saved was a small victory, a glimmer of hope in the midst of the devastation.

Viktor stood beside her, his gaze scanning the battlefield. His face was etched with both relief and sorrow. He had lost many of his warriors, and the weight of his responsibility was heavy on his shoulders.

"You're incredible, Julie," he said, his voice low. "Your healing abilities are a gift to us all."