Through the observation window, Lebius noticed the injured soldiers lying in the hospital beds. With the rescue efforts at the Border Sanatorium, they were all out of life-threatening danger, but due to severe injuries, most remained in a coma, under subsequent observation.
Retracting his gaze, the wide and silent corridor was filled with heavy pressure. Everyone wore somber expressions, with unresolved worries between their brows, but no one sighed, as everyone held their breath in restraint.
The smell of disinfectant and blood lingered at the tip of the nose, an unpleasant sensation, as if having experienced a battlefield without drawing weapons.
Lebius leaned on his cane, tapping against the solid ground, creating the only noise in the silence. Geoffrey followed behind Lebius, his face also serious, brows furrowed.
