77 The Death of Superman (1/2)

The first thing I saw as my feet touched ground onto Fayne soil was devastation.

My eyes grew wider and wider the more my gaze darted left and right. All around me, there were signs of a recent battle.

Only last night, this spot, located in a grove of trees below a hill to the rightmost edge of the Darah army's own command hill, was a campsite we'd set up for the Foolhardies and our new allies. It was fine when I left for Mudgard at dawn. But now, mere hours later, tents were on fire, supplies lay scattered about, and bodies piled up on top of each other.

My first thought was wondering where Luca was in all this mess. My second thought was relief that Aura had spent the day with me on Mudgard. She wasn't around for whatever happened here.

The only reason I didn't go immediately crazy was that I noticed how many of the bodies weren't wearing our unit's midnight blue colors. Many of the dead wore gray armor.

A popping sound filled the air as more Foolhardies viseres joined me on the ground. Almost immediately, there was a surprised outcry from one of the new arrivals.

”W-what the hell happened here!” a man yelled in surprise.

I recognized the voice. It belonged to Alfie Monroe, our unit's main cook. Find authorized novels in Webnovel，faster updates, better experience，Please click for visiting.

Some viseres joined him in voicing out their confusion. Others looked to me after they noticed me standing among them.

”C-commander… what do we do?” asked a bearded middle-aged man with a scar over his left eye.

No, it didn't feel weird at all when adults asked me what to do. I was used to it. And yes, I am being totally sarcastic right now.

All my viseres were looking at me. Some of them, like Alfie, had frightened looks on their faces. It was kind of disappointing.

The thought of whipping them up to shape when dealing with crisis was something I had to keep in the back pocket of my mind for now. I had other things I needed to worry about.

”Look for survivors and gather what rations or equipment you find,” I instructed.

To their credit, the crowd dispersed immediately to follow my commands. This left me some time to consider what kind of disaster occurred while I was back on Mudgard.

”Could the enemy have launched an attack during the day?” I wondered out loud.

On my peripheral, I saw a hand shoot out of the rubble to the right. I quickly rushed toward it while yelling, ”We've got a survivor! Get me a medic!”

I would have asked for a healer if there were any fairies around but since only humans were presently walking around, a medic would have to suffice. And it just so happened that we had three medics among the viseres.

I reached the outstretched hand first and held onto it. The drow who owned it looked up at me with bloodshot eyes.

”Y-you're late… Commander,” Enna whispered through cracked and bloody lips.

”You're okay, Enna,” I said soothingly. ”We've got you now.”

Thom's cousin looked like she'd survived one hell of a scuffle. the deep cuts on her arms and thighs were slightly burned around the edges, telltale signs of a shadowblade's work. Dark blood continuously trickled down a grievous wound underneath her right breast. It might have caused her death if we hadn't found her in time. I worried that we were still too late.

I glanced left and then right, taking note of the six Magesong bodies surrounding Enna. She must have taken them down before she went down.

”I'm so glad you and your cousin are on our side,” I said approvingly

One of the medics arrived to provide first aid to Enna. Her name was Sasha Grayminster, a twenty-something nurse with long, pink-dyed hair and a constant smile on her pretty face.

Even after seeing how badly Enna was hurt, Sasha kept on smiling. She even promised Enna that she'd fix her up right away.

I stepped aside as she set to work, pulling bandages, salves, and ointments out of her workbag—items she used to provide first aid to the worst of Enna's wounds.

Once, I'd asked Sasha why someone like her, who hated fighting enough to refuse to carry a weapon even in a battlefield, came to the Fayne where war was a constant occurrence. She responded with, ”I want to help people who can't be healed by modern medicine… learning from the fairy healers who can even save the critically wounded, well, that's my dream.”