Adrius stood at the edge of the infirmary, his eyes sweeping slowly across the rows of beds.
The air was heavy with the sterile scent of medicine and faint traces of antiseptic. But behind that, he could feel the aura of Magic lingering in the room.
Erend and the others remained silent and let him take his time. They knew that in these moments every flicker of his attention meant he was studying, analyzing, and seeing something more than they could see.
His eyes glowed faintly blue. The subtle light sharpening as his sight extended beyond the normal scene.
He saw the bodies of the young men and women lying on the beds. They were soldiers, as Erend had told him.
Their physics were strong and their spirits just as resilient.
For an experiment of this magnitude they were indeed the right kind of candidates. But even so, their condition shows the marks of burden and injuries.
