The fortress resisted the demon's attack amidst the cries of battle.
Matilda sat, as always, in the center of the entire infirmary, controlling her three magical artifacts, rapidly healing the wounded and stabilizing those with fatal injuries.
"Do you want to take a break?" Matilda asked a female demon hunter who was swiftly moving through the infirmary holding various surgical tools.
She was still wrapped in some bandages and wearing loose clothing. Clearly, her injuries hadn't healed yet, and she couldn't go to the frontline, but she could still do what she could in the infirmary.
There were many wounded here who were just like her.
"No need, Lady Matilda, I'm not tired yet."
But from her posture, it was clear she had been busy for quite some time, and she was also one of the wounded.
Hearing this, Matilda smiled, and a vine wrapped around her, delivering the tray she held to the medical staff not far away who needed it.
