Leila’s POV The first light of morning filtered through the tall pines, painting the clearing in pale gold. I stood before the half-ruined walls of the old infirmary, rolling up my sleeves and stepping over broken tile and scattered bandages. Around me, Crimson Moon’s healers and builders, mothers and fathers, veterans and trainees, worked side by side, repairing shelves, scrubbing floors, and replacing shattered windows. For the first time in my life, I wasn’t a weapon, nor a prisoner, nor a prize to be claimed. I was here to help rebuild and to heal.I crossed the threshold into the ward, where gurneys and stretchers lined the walls. A faded tapestry of the Moon Goddess still hung where an entire wing had collapsed. With a deep breath, I knelt beside a wounded healer named Arin, whose arm had been broken in the final battle.“Morning, Arin,” I said softly, as he pressed his bound forearm against his side, wincing at the movement.He gave me a tired smile. “Good morning, Luna. I see
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