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"Can you describe once more how you felt after being attacked by those suicidal assassins from Selwyn and falling into a coma? If I understand correctly, you were trapped in your own nightmare at that time. Is that accurate?"
At a military camp by the Aleisterre frontlines, within the battlefield infirmary, the healer who had previously treated Kevan sat by his bedside, inquiring about his experience while unconscious after having been affected by the corruption.
The healer removed the sanitary mask and head covering she had worn for hygiene purposes to reveal moderately short brown hair. She was a woman with heavy dark circles under her eyes, and who looked quite exhausted.
"You don't mind if I smoke, do you?" she asked, pulling a cigar-like item from her pocket and waving it in front of Kevan.
"No problem, Miss Jenny. Give me a moment to consider my memories… To be honest, it's not a pleasant recollection."
Kevan, lying on the hospital bed with his shoulder still bandaged, waved his hand dismissively and then fell into deep thought.
Dreams tended to fade quickly upon waking, but for the clear-minded Nightblades, piecing together a rough account wasn't difficult.
"I apologize." Jenny snapped her fingers, igniting a small flame with her nails to light the cigar-like object in her hand. She took a deep drag.
Faint white smoke curled into the air. It didn't have the sharp...
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