"Thank you, Lord Yida."
A few guards, supporting each other, came before Old Eda and bowed to express their thanks.
Old Eda waved his hand, chanting a spell that once again conjured a large ball of green light.
As the green light spun, countless emerald specks fell upon the guards, transforming into vitality that healed some of their non-severe wounds.
However, the more serious injuries were difficult to recover from.
In particular, two warriors – one had lost an arm, the other had a leg severed – and Old Eda's natural magic could only stem their bleeding, as the missing limbs were beyond regrowth.
Old Eda said softly, "I can only summon a level eight 'Healing Light' to help you recover from simple injuries, but your wounds are too severe for me to heal completely."
"Lord Yida, you have already done your best."
One of the guards said, "This is our own incompetence; we cannot blame you."
Old Eda sighed softly, shook his head, and said no more.
