Lind was swept away after he was allowed to recover. He got no reward but a familiar sensation washed over him as a warning. He was not in a simulation but a Divine Memory.
His eyes slowly opened and he was surprised to find he was himself. There was no restriction on his body or power but he noticed a tragic scene that locked him in place.
Moans and screams of pain filled a large hall with simple cots or even just covers laid on the stone floor held injured and maimed figures. He had seen far too many halls like it in his life and for the same reason.
War.
A long sigh behind him made him whirl around and he saw a blood covered healer. They were not injured but had no time to clean the fluid of their patients off before moving to the next.
The young man had dark hear and eyes with a faint scar visible above his left eye. Lind recognized his Master but he was only in the Sky Realm. Why was he now in such an old memory?
