Jun Huang followed Oleg Cragfiend and the other medics to the infirmary - a simple tent lined with crude beds. Soldiers whose clothes were stained with blood lay there, panting in pain. Jun Huang’s throat tightened. She was close to tears.

It wasn’t necessarily out of sympathy. She’d simply never stared death in the eyes and felt it weigh on her like a physical weight. She didn’t know how to deal with it. Oleg Cragfiend patted her shoulder in understanding and told her not to think too much.

Jun Huang spent day and night in the tent. Her silver dress had been tainted by blood, but she didn’t seem to care. Things were most difficult at night. Every now and then there would be soldiers whose conditions worsened suddenly. Their scream was a terrible thing. They needed immediate treatment. Sometimes, when things got particularly bad, she wouldn’t even have the time...