Roy sat at the entrance of a tattered tent...
Near this swamp, it was difficult enough to find even a clean stone to sit on and rest.
Weidalo had several stones weighing down the edges of his tent to keep the canvas from being lifted by the northeast wind. There were also stones in front of the tent for people to sit on and rest...
He placed both hands above Weidalo's injured calf.
A faint holy glow radiated from his palms.
The Gray Dwarves watching nearby suddenly had a little more light in their eyes...
Looking at the young Imperial man before them, the Gray Dwarves could tell that he was a Priest...
On Durag's Knee, Dwarven Priests had disappeared long ago.
Otherwise, these Gray Dwarf warriors would not have suffered such a crushing defeat against the Nakma Demons' Black Knight Army.
The Gray Dwarf warrior before him had a sturdy physique. The skin below his right knee had turned blackish-purple, and a wound ran from his shin to the inside of his ankle. The wound was blackened, but no blood flowed from it. It was clearly severely infected, and its edges had even begun to rot.
Such a serious leg injury had left the Gray Dwarf warrior dispirited.
A faint layer of Holy Light appeared over Roy's hands. Above the Gray Dwarf warrior's injured leg, he used Holy Power to draw a divine pattern. Only Roy could see the intricate lines within the holy radiance...
As Roy recited a prayer, the light of the divine pattern began to extend downward, scattering over the Gray Dwarf warrior's injured leg like a handful of golden sand.
The instant that holy light touched the black wound...
A wisp of black-green smoke rose from the wound. The smoke seemed to possess some mysterious