The Overlord of the Blood Desert ignored the cries for help of the kidnapped, the death throes of the wounded, and the desperate prayers of those who still charged toward the Starry Lagoon village.
"What are we doing? Those people are getting slaughtered!" Morok was the first to snap out of his daze.
He tried to cover Garrik’s eyes and turn his little brother’s head away, but Morok discovered that the young Fomor wasn’t there anymore, and so was anyone young and impressionable enough to be scarred by the massacre.
"Careful, Morok." Jirni had never fallen into a daze, she just didn’t care. "We are guests here, and the law of the Desert is different from our own. If these two tribes invoked a trial by combat to resolve a dispute, meddling in their conflict might get you into trouble.
"We can’t afford to overstep our boundaries."
"Thanks, Jirni." The Tyrant looked at Salaark’s stony expression and felt his blood run cold. "Overlord?"
"Thanks for your concern, Lord and Lady Ernas, but this is an irrelevant matter to me. None of the people out there answers to my authority, nor do I have any obligation towards them." The Guardian replied. "Feel free to act as you see fit."
"Not you." Quylla tried to open a Warp Steps, but Morok grabbed her by the shoulder. "We don’t know what the yellow-robed guys can do, and you are too vulnerable."
"But-" 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺
"Seconded." Orion grabbed Quylla by the other shoulder and cut her short. "You are a Healer, Quylla, but you are also a mother. Are your children less important than those of others?"
She instinctively touched her womb, and her armor covered her like a shell.
Friya moved even quicker than Quylla, but Nalrond didn’t stop her. He moved right after her, standing by her side in case the enemy proved more dangerous than it appeared.
Tista, Solus, Menadion, Protector, and the Demons Warped as well, while Lith stayed behind.
"Why aren’t you going?" Kamila asked.
"It’s too late." Lith could see that the riders had stopped the attack the moment they had spotted the merfolk village in the distance. "They are already escaping through some sort of Warping device."
"Those people still need a Healer!" Kamila said.
"Do they?" Lith turned to Salaark, who shrugged. "Fine. Let’s go."
He Warped them both amid the group of refugees, where the others were already at work. With so many wounded and dying people, no one had bothered giving chase to the yellow-robed riders.
Not only were many refugees on the verge of death, but also uncertainty stopped everyone’s hands.
’What if these people attacked the yellow-robed tribe, and what we witnessed was just a justified reprisal?’ Solus and the others thought. ’There must be a reason if Grandma/Salaark didn’t intervene.
’I can’t chase after those people and kill them without knowing what happened and who is at fault here.’
"You’re a Healer, now, Kami. Knock yourself out." Lith conjured his tier three Spirit Magic, Mother’s Embrace, to stabilize and rejuvenate those too weak to survive treatment with pure light magic.
"Right. I almost forgot." She nodded, using her Invigoration technique to make a quick diagnosis before healing her patients. "Isn’t this the Immortal Body array?"
"Correct." Lith nodded. "I activated it before we moved here, but I kept it at a low output. These people must have run for hours and are severely dehydrated. They need liquids before they can heal."
Only then did Kamila notice the taut skin of her patients and the bulging veins across their bodies. She had been so focused on the open wounds and missing limbs that she had overlooked the less obvious symptoms of an equally dangerous condition.

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