Saving one life costs me my strength…
Saving thousands may cost my own.
I had never heard so much coughing.
It echoed through every corner of Moonspire.
The palace courtyards, once filled with frightened refugees searching for safety, had become makeshift infirmaries. Blankets covered the stone floors. Healers rushed from one patient to another, carrying bowls of herbs, clean water, and bandages that never seemed to be enough.
The smell of medicine filled the air.
So did fear.
I walked through the rows of sick villagers, my heart sinking with every step.
Children burned with fever.
Mothers held their babies, whispering desperate prayers.
Strong warriors who had survived countless battles now lay too weak to lift their heads.
War had not defeated them.
A sickness had.
“The feve
