It's Over, Finally Done, Final (fr fr this time)

The afternoon sun filtered through the canopy as Ambrose finished securing the last bandage around Marcus's torso. Despite the seemingly simple task, his pathetically low strength stat had turned it into quite an ordeal. Just shifting Marcus onto his side had left Ambrose's arms trembling from exertion – a stark reminder of his physical limitations. Still, he managed a small smile of satisfaction as he surveyed his handiwork. Though Marcus had lost a concerning amount of blood, his vitals remained stable. With proper rest, he should make a full recovery.

A sudden hush fell over the battlefield, drawing Ambrose's attention. The sight that greeted him stole his breath away. Hualing hovered in the air, transformed into something otherworldly. A crystalline halo of blood floated above her head, its crimson light casting an ethereal glow across her features. She looked like an angel of war, beautiful and terrifying in equal measure.