I was the base’s only max-level healer.
To save the so-called “Light of Humanity,” the commander, they drained every last drop of my blood and abandoned my body in the wilderness.
They said, “Your sacrifice is glorious, all for the greater good.”
But they didn’t know that my healing ability came at a price: the moment I died, every injury I had ever healed would rebound a hundredfold.
When I crawled out of a pile of corpses and returned in a black robe,
the powerful elites who had once looked down on everyone else were kneeling at the base entrance, their bodies rotting away as they begged me to save them one more time.
