Boom! Light streaked across the darkened sky.
Thunder rolled in, rattling even the windows of the temple in the small town.
Thunder in winter? How strange.
Romon frowned. A moment later, snow came pouring down again, falling with staggering intensity.
Everyone in the temple ignored it, their attention fixed on Romon.
The smell of blood filled the air.
Several priests held lamps themselves, illuminating the area around Romon.
Romon was stitching with a needle and thread.
"In theory, thread that the human body can absorb would be best, but that isn't really feasible. With this thread, we'll have to remove the stitches later. Still, compared with such a large wound, that's a negligible price to pay." An injured man lay before Romon, who swiftly stitched his wound.
"Priests and Druids have a limited number of healing spells. That's no problem when nothing happens, but in an emergency, especially on a battlefield or during mass casualties, treating everyone directly with healing spells will quickly exhaust them."
"Besides, large wounds require higher-level healing spells. Once they're stitched shut, however, even a minor Healing Spell can heal them. Remember to wash and disinfect the wounds with strong liquor or holy water."
"Of course, this method has plenty of drawbacks, but right now, all that matters is keeping them alive."
By the time he finished speaking, Romon had completed the stitches.
"Minor Healing Spell!"
Romon extended his hand, and a faint green glow immediately appeared over his palm. It faded in an instant, and the skin along the stitched wound closed on the surface.
Wiping the sweat from his forehead, Romon said, "All right. No alcohol, and he needs ten days of rest. The bleeding has stopped. Now it depends on his will to live."
"That's all it takes?" The priests around him stared