Nana, reeking of ale, entered the temple with a few dozen guards. He glanced at the bodies strewn on the ground and frowned, shaking his head.
The believers in the temple were not all killed. There were two wounded: one had a puncture wound on his stomach, and another lost his leg. The woman was tending their wounds, her expression cold and distant.
Nana walked over to the woman and asked respectfully, "my lady, are you hurt?"
The woman shook her head, and her attention did not shift away from the wounded man. She did not say any spells, but her hands were glowing green. The gentle glow covered the wounded men’s bodies and disappeared into the wounds.
Anfey stood there quietly. He already knew that the woman was very important, or else Goddess of Nature’s followers would have not attacked. Nana’s attitude towards her only confirmed his suspicion.
Nana turned to Anfey and frowned. "Who are you?" he asked coldly. "Where did you come from?"