Aftermath

Looking down on the body of Gerald, James was powerless to move. If only he was able to lift a finger, maybe he would be able to act in this situation. Yet for some reason, trying to move his finger became an impossible task at the moment.

The surrounding situation was not better, everyone that saw the heavily wounded prince was unable to act or do anything. Just as everyone was staring at the body of Gerald, someone started to shout, "Medic! Medic! Is there a medic close by? Call over one immediately!" As more and more people heard these shouts, they also started to join in with it. The surrounding soldiers were now searching for a medic, or anyone that could at least stabilize the princes' situation.

With difficulty, James had the power to look at where the source of these shouting actually was. To his surprise, it was closer than he had imagined. It was actually Francis, who was rushing over to the spot together with him, who started the shouting. Not expecting this, James looked at the face of Francis. There was a heavy burden on his face, yet it was still able to show his vigor and steadiness.

The respect towards Francis grew inside James. From all the knights and soldiers surrounding them, Francis was the only one that could be cool headed in such a situation and find the best possible solution.

As a medic finally arrived, the wounds of Gerald were being tended to. The face of the medic did not show any answer to what the situation could be. After applying some first aid to the prince, the medic decided it was best to move the prince over to one of the infirmaries in order to operate on him.

As the prince was being carried away, James finally snapped back to reality. By this time, all the demonic hybrids were killed. However the scene on top of the wall looked rather bitter. James could see tons of wounded soldiers laying on the ground screaming for help. It was clear that this was a costly battle that took place. Finally able to move again, James rushed over to the closest soldier that was wounded to help him.

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After some time, the situation on top of the wall started to improve as the wounded were carried over to the infirmaries. As for the deaths, they were carried over to below the walls. They would then be carried over to the cemetery by carts.

Unlike the first day, the death toll of today's battle was immense. The battle ended around early noon, yet the sun had already gone down and people were still busy carrying either the death of wounded from location to location. It was clear that this process might even take until the morning to finish.

Glancing around to the soldiers who were still standing, James estimated that the remaining number over here was less than half of what they started this morning. This meant close to 300 soldiers today either lost their lives or were wounded today. This is a shocking number, as it would make fighting in the future that more difficult. The only thing they could pray on was that there would not be any similar situation as today. If another group of demonic hybrids joined up together to attack their positions, it might as well be the end for them.

Scared with these thoughts, James started to head towards the infirmary. Maybe there was still some help needed over there. Moreover, he might be able to get himself patched up; as the battle did not spare him from suffering any wounds either. The infirmary he was walking towards also happened to be the one where they took the prince towards. Maybe, if James was lucky, he would hear any positive information regarding the prince. Only time will tell.

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