The Vlada land was quiet now, but the smell of smoke still hung in the air. The sky above was gray from ash. People walked around, helping the wounded, fixing tents, and putting out fires.
Celestia stood at the center of it all, her eyes scanning the damage. Her heart felt heavy. So many had been hurt. She couldn’t just stand and do nothing.
“I have to help them,” she said. Adelaide, and the rest looked at her. Kieran turned to her, worry in his eyes.
“Celestia, wait—”
But she had already stepped forward. She knelt beside a man with a deep cut on his leg. His face was pale from blood loss.
“Stay still,” she told him softly.
She placed her hands over the wound. A soft, golden light glowed from her palms. The man gasped as the pain started to fade. The bleeding slowed, and the skin b
