The infirmary of the castle was by no means small and saw to many demons, some dragged all the way from the battlefields.

It was not a pleasant sight, though it never was. Elanor had her work cut out for her. Her magic wasn’t infinite and the injured and dying would be never ending for as long as this war went on.

“Do you know how many are currently injured?” She asked Leylin.

“…Right now, we have about 300 patients—though there’s way more than that in the ...