The Medics rushed and began patching up the wounded. Administering first aid as fast and efficient as they could.
"Heartbeat Pump."
"Healing Touch."
"Anaesthetic Pin"
Healing Spells were casted one after the other. Filling the entire battlefield with a calming light. What followed were the first responders and doctors flying over to administer further help.
Thanks to their response, but more importantly the help of one little daemon, many lives were saved.
"Miss daemon... thank you."
A soldier offered her thanks to Lilith as he was carried away on a stretcher. Lilith nodded silently as she continued leading a procession of new believers, rescuers awaiting direction, and opportunists capitalizing on the calamity farming viewers to the other side of the walls.
Lilith remained the same. Albeit a little pale and a slower pace.
Many offers to become horse have been made. But every time Lilith refused. Continuing to walk on her own. Like the independent lady that she was.
