Chapter 106
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ATASHA’S POV
Just as I expected, the infirmary was in chaos. Soldiers were dragging in the wounded, some screaming, others limp and pale, their armor slick with blood. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, iron, and damp bandages. Mendez barked orders from one side, his sleeves rolled up, while Katya and Ramona rushed between beds, hands stained red as they tried to keep up.
Grace pushed through the noise and came to my side, her face tense. “My Lady, you’re burning up,” she said, pressing a hand lightly to my forehead. “Are you certain you needed to come here? A rest would do you more good than this.”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I closed my eyes, leaning against her arm for support. That feeling again, pressing down on me. It felt suffocating, clinging to me like a shadow. At first glance, it could be explained away as the misery of the infirmary, but I knew better. It was stronger here.
“Take me to the back tent,” I whispered. “Where the infected were kept.”
Grace looked at me in alarm. “But… My Lady, Katya’s husband and the others recovered. They’ve already returned to fight. There shouldn’t be anyone in there.”
“Then it’s empty. Good,” I tried to keep my voice as firm as possible. I failed. “Take me.”
She hesitated, but finally nodded, slipping her arm around me to steady my steps. Together we crossed the chaotic infirmary, slipping past the noise and the rush, until the sounds of shouting and clattering armor faded behind us.
The back tent loomed ahead, its canvas edges stiff with dried blood. Grace held the flap aside, her voice low. “Are you certain you want to go in?”
“Yes,” I said, without hesitation.
She guided me inside.
The air hit me first. It was stale, thick with the lingering stench of rot. Even with the beds stripped bare, the smell of decay clung to the fabric and the ground beneath. The metallic tang of blood was still heavy in the air, mixing with the damp, sour stench of infection.
I could barely keep my footing. The moment I stepped deeper into the tent, that heaviness pressed harder against my chest. Each step felt like dragging myself through mud. My knees buckled slightly, and I had to clutch the edge of one of the empty cots to stay upright.
Grace looked at me with wide eyes, but I ignored her.
I lowered myself onto one of the beds and shut my eyes. The pressure was strongest here. It felt like there was an invisible weight that squeezed the air from my lungs until breathing itself was a struggle. My body wanted to collapse under it, but I forced myself to stay still, to focus.
I reached outward with what strength I had left. The heaviness seeped through me, surrounding me, wrapping the tent in a suffocating presence. Every breath felt like pulling in smoke.
Chapter 106
Whatever was luring the beasts… it was close. Too close.
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I stood off to the side, eyes closed, bracing against the cot for balance. The heaviness pressed harder the deeper she dug. But there was more to it now.
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