Sylvie Gracewind.
She wasn't blasting spells across the battlefield.
She wasn't darting in with blades or walls of flame.
Instead — she was rather….
Layering glyphs onto terrain.
Weaving speed buffs between team members.
Setting up silent suppression fields without announcing it, subtly choking enemy movement before it could even threaten the front line.
One of the scouts frowned slightly, pulling up her earlier profile.
Starting classification: Healing Specialist.
Current deployment: Combat Support / Utility Enhancement.
A quiet exhale. Not disappointment — interest.
"Started as a healer," the woman muttered, tapping her notes, "yet now she's operating as a dynamic field support."
"And she's doing it without breaking formation," the older man added. "Most healers transitioning into combat scatter under pressure — they try to cover too much at once."
But Sylvie didn't.
She wasn't rushing from point to point like a panicked medic.
