"It's not the time yet.
There are still a few hours left."
One of the healers spoke directly. They had been healing these people tirelessly for days now. It was already bad enough to continuously use Healing Magic for twelve hours a day, but now these people dared to wake them up mid-sleep and make them work again?
There was no way he would ever agree to that.
Or at least, that's what the healer thought but…
Kael did not care.
He just looked at the healer with red eyes that did not look human right now and—
"I said come with me."
He ordered in a cold, frosty tone, and the healer froze, not daring to say another word as the images of that day—when this man burned his comrades to ashes right in front of them—reappeared in his head.
The rest of the healers were no different. They could see that Kael's eyes were… different.
He looked angry, yes, but… it wasn't exactly the anger that scared them. It was… something uglier, something… shaken, something that was about to break.
