ׄ ᗣ֟፝͜ᗣ ׅ Prussia / Gilbert ׅ Ⳋᰍ ׁ

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The battlefield was silent; there was only fog, and in the distance, the groans of wounded soldiers could be heard.

Prussia (or Gilbert) was leaning against some ruins, bleeding and clutching a wound on his arm; his vision was slightly blurred, but suddenly, he heard approaching footsteps that stopped right in front of him. Prussia said nothing; he didn't know who was standing there, though at first, he wondered if it might be a comrade coming to help him.

But in reality, the person standing before him was a healer who had come there to help him—and the other survivors as well.