The sun climbed higher in the sky, warming the blood-soaked ridge where the survivors stood amid the carnage. Elira collapsed against a boulder, her face contorted in pain as she clutched her wounded thigh.
"Elira needs help," Captain Diana said, kneeling beside the injured warrior. Blood seeped through the makeshift bandage, staining the rocks beneath her.
Lyra and Naia rushed to Elira's side. Naia tore away the blood-soaked fabric, revealing a jagged wound that penetrated deep into the muscle.
"It's worse than I thought," Naia whispered, her hands trembling as she summoned what little energy remained in her depleted body. A thin stream of water materialized between her palms, glowing faintly as she directed it toward the wound.
Lyra joined her sister's efforts, adding her own dwindling power. The water shimmered weakly as it touched Elira's torn flesh, the healing magic barely penetrating the surface.
