CHAPTER 117 - The Ice Amethyst's Limit

Amarah worked tirelessly as she moved on to another warrior, who has his hand with a cloth over his left side of his body. The warrior looks young, and Amarah held herself from breaking down in front of him. She could feel her bearings dropping but she still continued, ignoring the pain and tiredness that her body is telling her.

It has been more than an hour since the first batch of warriors arrived at the center and Amarah had treated more than half of them, not taking a break. Her heart with the Ice Amethyst is burning slightly on her skin, signifying the extent that she has been working.

“Let me take a look at it,” she said, gesturing calmly to his wound. She pried his hand gently from his body and carefully removed the blood-soaked cloth, immediately disposing it and reaching for a saline solution. “I need to clean that up.”

“Don’t look at it, Luna,” the young warrior begged. “You already look distress.”

Amarah looked at him surprisingly and shook her head. She took a deep breath