Smoke still drifted around the battleship, and the air was thick with the pungent stench of engine oil, gunpowder, and blood.
The prisoners of war huddled in the corners of the deck, their eyes filled with terror. Only that patch of white in the center stood out sharply.
Eva wore a spotless white military uniform. Though its hem was stained with a little dust, it did nothing to affect her focused expression.
She knelt halfway to the ground. Before her lay three wounded people caught in the fighting; one of them had a leg bone protruding through the flesh, blood still seeping from the wound.
Eva held sterile gauze between her fingertips, her movements as precise as a finely calibrated instrument. She first rinsed the wound with saline, then sprinkled hemostatic powder over it, every step orderly and unhurried.
A prisoner beside her could not help shrinking back. The roar of mech engines came from afar, yet she seemed not to hear it, staring only at the wounded man's injury with a slight furrow in her brow. "Don't be nervous. It'll be over soon."
Not far away, three mech warriors had already aimed the energy cannons on their arms at Eva. Their metal joints gave off sharp clicks.
"This prisoner is suspicious. She still dares to fiddle with wounds here? Restrain her first!"
The leading warrior shouted in a deep voice and was about to press the firing button when a slender hand firmly held down his wrist.
Yao Lenchen approached at an unhurried pace, her ink-black robe fluttering in the wind as her gaze settled on Eva.
She clearly saw that while Eva was bandaging the wounded, shattered shrapnel sliced open her finger. Blood seeped out, but Eva merely wrapped it casually in gauze and continued concentrating on the