Clinic 4, Ward 26
Cinder Region Outpost
Ohlion Continent
April 19th
Year 9025
Early the next morning, a tired-looking man in a white lab coat stained with both mud and blood walked into the clinic ward. When he spotted Xaren and Ilya, he blinked in confusion for a moment before recognition dawned on his face.
"Oh, that's right. You two were here."
Given the boldly printed number '26' on the ID card hanging from his neck, it was clear that he was the doctor in charge of this ward.
Judging by his dishevelled appearance, dirtied coat, heavy eyebags, and eyes practically begging for sleep, it was obvious he'd been running on fumes.
There were numerous demons in critical condition among the injured, which meant every available hand was needed. As a result, all the doctors had been dispatched to assist at the other clinic buildings where those injured had been taken.
Before Xaren or Ilya could get a word in, the man began speaking, letting out intermittent yawns.
