It wasn't long before they had arrived before the array of tents, the guide Lewis had assigned said some words to the guards at the tents before saying his farewells.
Quickly he ran off to where they'd come from.
Bailey walked into the nearest tent, within a long row of soldiers laid injured on white sheets with nurses attending them at the sides, healers were rushing from one side to another – the faint glow of Light Elementa filling the tent every so often.
It didn't take long for one of them to spot Bailey walking through, a clear expression of annoyance on his face as he approached.
"What do you think you're doing in here?" He questioned, clearly annoyed by Bailey being in the tent, the guards were meant to stop people randomly entering like this.
Bailey simply didn't respond and walked past the man observing the wounds of those around him – they ranged from simple broken bones to some even missing limbs, it was a gory sight to say the least.
But there was only pain in his heart seeing the looks of agony on their faces as they laid injured on the ground, "What do you think you're doing?" The man he'd ignored grabbed his shoulder and tried to pull him back.
Bailey seemingly pulled out of a daze looked at the man in confusion before recalling he'd asked a question, 'Hah, this really is my fault I'd better apologise' He thought to himself but before he could the man was already trying to call the guards stationed outside of the tents.
"Guards! There's a man trying to disturb the healers!" He called loudly, many of the nurses looked up and gave Bailey a look of disgust before returning to their duties, the Healers resting did the same.
"You've misunderstood," Bailey said, looking at the scrawny man – he was at least in his sixties and there was a tired look in his eyes, Bailey could sense the weak Light Elementa in his body, weak from overexerting himself.
Bailey looked at the man with respect, it was clear to him that the man had spared no expense – even at the cost of his own life to heal the injured. "I was sent by the Prince to assist you in the healing process of my fellow soldiers." He continued.
The old man looked at him doubtfully, although he could feel a weak connection with the Light Elementa in Bailey's body it was only that, a weak connection – the only reason for this would be that his level was much lower than his own.
Of course, this wasn't the case – Bailey had simply restricted his powers a few minutes prior when he'd met with the Prince.
When practicing the techniques Lewis had taught him they'd found the perfect balance between cycling his Elementa and the attraction force Lewis's own Elementa felt to Baileys.
Without this, it'd have been impossible for Bailey to have Lewis teach him while controlling his full power.
"We appreciate the thought, however, with your meagre power you'll be of no help to us – go back to the Prince and tell him we'll be able to handle this on our own." The old man said, clearly looking at Bailey in a better light after realising he'd misjudged the young man before him.
Of course, they'd have appreciated more help but what could someone with such weak Light Elementa do?
That level of power would be able to at most close a small cut before needing to recover – it was far from the standards of the healers currently resting.
"Just let me try, please." Bailey said, looking into the eyes of the old man there was a strong determination in his voice that made it hard for him to refuse.
"Boy, you simply don't have the power to help but I can tell that you won't be convinced until you try yourself and as a man, I can respect your conviction.
Besides, there's no harm in letting you try – at most some of their pain might be relieved in the process." The old man said.
The old man had still been adamant on not letting him try to heal any of the soldiers in case he gave them some type of false hope.
But his decision had changed after noticing the spear still gripped to the boys back, fresh blood was still dripping down from its blade.
He'd just been a child when the first Emperor had reclaimed the continent.
But he still remembered the marching armies as they headed into the jaws of death but still managed to claim victory for the human race.
Even as an old man he felt immense respect for the soldiers who fought on the frontline for humanity, even one as young as Bailey.
To him, a person ready to fight for their race was worth trusting, even if he failed it would still be seen as him helping his fellow soldier as much as he possibly could.
The old man turned to point at a person lying In the corner, a nurse kneeled over him bandaging his leg, "His leg was shattered by one of the White Wolves he narrowly avoided death, do your best."
Bailey nodded and pulled the spear from his back, handing it to the old man to hold.
The old man although startled willingly held the weapon, the weight of it almost causing him to collapse, some of the healers saw this and quickly got up to help him.
All of them were watching Bailey as he approached the man, they felt the disgust they'd shown for him had been unfair so even if he failed they'd decided to tell him he'd done his best and that was all that mattered.
As Bailey got closer to the man the nurse next to him looked up, she was about to say something, after all, she'd only heard the old man shout for the guards and not the conversation after but she saw the healers all looking on silently.
Puzzled she simply backed away slightly to give him room.
Bailey approached the side of the man and kneeled beside him, he was unconscious but there was a look of pain on his face even now.
Silently he placed his hand on the man's hand, the faint glow of Light Elementa spreading from his own body to the man.
Spreading his Elementa through the body he could see everything, it was an intoxicating feeling – if he wanted to he felt like he had the power to even kill the man right now, obviously, this wasn't his intention.
Quickly he 'saw' the injury, every bone in his leg had been shattered – there were also two claw marks down the side of the man's thigh presumably from one of the wolves when he'd been attacked.
Bailey instantly knew the old man had been telling the truth, despite never having doubted him, when he saw the extent of the injury – with the limited power he was displaying now it was impossible for him to even heal both of the cuts on the man's thigh.
Of course, this was only with the limited power he was displaying currently, the next instant he willed his Elementa to move faster – in almost seconds it'd regained its regular speed and the faint glow of Light Elementa had almost solidified.
The aura pressured the other healers who looked at him with shock, the old man rubbed his eyes and pinched his arm just in case he was dreaming, the power coming from him was simply no joke.
The young healers had never felt anything like this power before, the old man, however, had felt this type of power only once in his life and it was from the most powerful Light Elementa Wielder on the continent: The Saint.
A man who had no name and wandered where he wished but he healed all who asked, he'd become a symbol of peace to the commoners and was as elusive as the gods.
The old man had only been lucky enough to see him once thirty years prior and had come to idolise the man.
Of course, he felt this aura was weaker than the one he'd felt before and the boy didn't even look twenty yet so it wasn't possible for him to be The Saint.
He only woke from his daze when Bailey retracted his aura and got up from beside the man.
He was about to tell the old man that the man's leg was completely healed but was cut off before he could even open his mouth.
"Follow me!" The old man ordered and quickly ran out of the tent, Bailey followed with a confused look on his face.
He didn't notice the looks of worship on the faces of the young healers who rushed over to check the man's leg only to discover not even a scar remained.
They were even more shocked to discover that the man seemed healthier than he was, it was as if his body had been cleansed by the light.
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