Several warriors were barely conscious, their faces pale from blood loss while dark veins crawled beneath their skin from the poison coursing through their bodies. Some had wounds deep enough to expose flesh beneath torn skin and clothes, while others were struggling just to remain standing.
A few were already hovering dangerously close to death.
"And we shouldn't stay here any longer," Zion added, his expression turning grim. "Some of them need treatment immediately. They're already fighting the poison, blood loss, and their injuries at the same time. Every minute we waste standing around here is another minute they could slip closer to the grave."
The words immediately shifted everyone's attention toward the wounded.
Whatever questions they had about the betrayal could wait.
The living needed to be saved first.
