Looking at the scene of utter chaos, Liami finally came to her senses.
She had wanted to ask Colin why he had used such overwhelming force—after all, if he had just coordinated attacks with Lavinia and Seffni, they could have quickly taken down their opponents.
But seeing the expressionless look on Colin’s face, Liami swallowed the question she was about to voice.
Colin, noticing Liami’s gaze on him, quickly returned to his usual composure.
He immediately came over to Liami’s side and carefully examined her injuries.
“Don’t look so worried. It’s just a minor wound. Let Eireno treat it, and you’ll be fine. No need to be so tense.”
Liami showed the cut on her left shoulder, then pushed Colin’s hand away when he reached out to touch it.
She then pulled the dazed Eireno over, hoping she would quickly cast her healing divine magic.
Eireno snapped back to reality when Liami tugged at her and began praying to the “Holy Light.”
Soon, the wound on Liami’s left shoulder started to rapidly close.
It looked like in no time, it would be as if she had never been hurt.
However, at that moment, Seffni swiftly interrupted Eireno’s prayer and pulled out a small knife from who-knows-where, stabbing it again into the nearly healed wound on Liami’s shoulder.
“Hiss! Seffni, what are you doing?”
Liami gasped sharply, not prepared for the sudden pain, glaring at Seffni with annoyance.
Seffni, however, replied with an exasperated tone.
“What am I doing? I’m helping you! You don’t want that thing stuck in your left shoulder forever, do you?”
With that, Seffni used the knife to pick out an iron ball from Liami’s shoulder wound—the true culprit behind Liami’s condition.
Seeing this, Liami wisely shut up and waited quietly as Seffni removed the iron ball.
Eireno, who had her prayer interrupted, anxiously apologized beside her.
“I-I’m sorry! I completely forgot that thing was still inside you! Really, I’m so sorry!”
Seeing Eireno’s flustered state, Liami didn’t get angry. Instead, she reassured her gently, saying she didn’t mind at all.
It was strange—Liami was the one injured, and Eireno was treating her, yet now the wounded Liami was comforting the healer. The scene carried an odd, almost reversed feeling.
Colin, watching this, wanted to say something but hesitated, not wanting to disturb their treatment.
In the end, he gave up and, along with Lavinia, went to stand guard, keeping watch over their surroundings.
Thanks to Liami’s soft reassurances, Eireno calmed down and resumed the healing.
With her prayers rising again, Liami’s wound healed quickly.
By the end, only a ticklish sensation remained where the injury had been, and her left shoulder looked perfectly normal—as if never hurt.
“Thank you, Eireno!”
After thanking her, Liami walked over to Colin, who was talking with Seffni and Lavinia, not noticing the melancholy look in Eireno’s eyes behind her.
“What are you all talking about?”
Liami approached them, wanting to catch the details of their conversation.
Seeing Liami healed, Colin invited her and Eireno to come over and listen to his latest discovery.
“Are you okay? The wound’s completely healed?”
Before getting to the main point, Colin checked on Liami.
She scoffed a little. “Of course it’s healed. It was just a scratch. I wouldn’t be scared even without divine magic treatment! Not to mention, Eireno already healed it. Even if you don’t trust me, you should trust her!”
Liami shifted the topic to Eireno, but Eireno looked listless.
Faced with Liami’s praise, Eireno only gave a faint smile, then said nothing more.
Seeing this, not only Liami and Colin, but even Seffni and Lavinia noticed something was off.
Though Eireno was usually quiet and low-profile, she wouldn’t normally show such an expression at a time like this.
She must be troubled by something.
Colin furrowed his brow slightly.
He gave the others a look, silently instructing them not to bring up the topic now.
He planned to talk to her privately during their next break.
No one opposed the idea; after all, it was Colin’s duty as team leader to help his members adjust their mental state.
Of course, if Colin faced any difficulties, they would immediately step in to help.
Leaving that aside, Colin began to share his recent findings.
“Just now, when I used ‘Holy Light Sanction’ against those ‘Bronze’ armored soldiers, I noticed something unusual.”
“What kind of unusual?”
Seffni asked curiously, eager to know what had made Colin so serious.
“I discovered that those ‘Bronze’ armored soldiers might actually fear the divine magic of ‘Holy Light.’”
Everyone present was momentarily stunned.
Then Lavinia asked incredulously, “You’re saying they’re afraid of ‘Holy Light’ magic? Do you have any proof? Could they actually be undead?”
Unexpectedly, Colin nodded firmly after hearing her offhand suggestion.
“That’s definitely possible. Actually, I’d say very likely! When I cast ‘Holy Light Sanction,’ I could clearly feel the pressure my sword’s light had on those ‘Bronze’ armored soldiers. They instinctively stopped resisting when I swung my blade.”
“Are you sure it’s not just because you’re too strong? Your sword’s light is scary enough on its own.”
Liami offered her speculation, though she hoped Colin was right—if so, their path ahead would be much easier.
But for now, it was only a possibility, not something to conclude lightly.
Seeing Liami and the others skeptical, Colin didn’t press further.
After all, this was just a fleeting impression he’d gotten. It was naturally hard to get everyone’s belief immediately.
Still, Colin didn’t give up.
He proposed that next time they encountered those “Bronze” armored soldiers, Eireno should try casting the “Holy Light” divine magic on them.
If that could suppress the “Bronze” soldiers like before, it would prove Colin’s theory right—not just because he was powerful, but because one of their weaknesses was indeed the “Holy Light” magic.
Since Colin was this confident, everyone reluctantly agreed to try it.
Liami sincerely hoped Colin’s guess was correct, so things could get easier.
While Colin discussed the plausibility of this theory with everyone, Eireno quietly clenched her staff, looking tense and worried.
Her expression did not escape Liami’s notice.
Liami narrowed her eyes, an idea slowly forming in her mind.