Inside the city walls, Lord Budi's subordinates carried out their duties with full dedication.
They ensured that the evacuated citizens gathered in one place for thorough checks, making sure no one was in a critical condition. Every step they took was filled with caution as they examined every anxious face, ensuring no one was left unattended.
In one corner of the city, a soldier from Budi's forces was tending to an elderly man who sat with labored breaths. The soldier's hands swiftly opened a healing potion, pouring it gently into the old man's mouth.
The moment the healing liquid flowed in, the pale color on the man's face gradually faded, and his breathing steadied. He lifted his head, offering a weak but grateful smile to the soldier who had helped him.
"Thank you, young man," the old man said with a voice that sounded stronger than before.
The soldier only nodded, then stood and faced the crowd in front of him.