Gideon
With that, Dad dismissed Cassian and strode away, Mom following, as the group of us stood there. “What just happened?” I wondered aloud.
Seren laughed. “Dad got tired of the politics.” She looked around. “He’s right, though. We need to help.”
For the next few hours, we lifted injured warriors from the field and set them up with healers in triage. We fixed what damage we could, rerouting streams made from elemental fighting, moving boulders, and putting out fires. Lucian and Alexis called the wind to carry the smoke away, while Cora called the water to clean blood from the fields. We helped warriors pile bodies, noting down names where we could, and comforted more than one hybrid survivor.
Dorian’s people had offered their tents for the hybrids, and we gladly accepted their help
