(Meanwhile on The Pit, within the ring of landed Cult ships, Leo's POV)
Under the direction of senior Cult healers and battlefield doctors, Leo was brought inside one of the Cult's makeshift medical ships with urgent precision, his unconscious body transferred through sealed corridors and into a reinforced treatment chamber where stabilizing arrays pulsed faintly, their light washing over metal walls etched with emergency runes meant to revive even near dead soldiers from death.
His body was suspended within a cradle of woven mana threads, designed to support fractured circuits and overworked flesh, yet even within that controlled space, something felt profoundly wrong, as though the chamber itself resisted fully accommodating him.
