Lyra knew she didn't have what it took to fight a Level-Eight Beast, so she stuck with the medical team, serving as a healer.
"Intern, over here!" someone called out.
She quickly set aside what she was doing and rushed to the entrance hall to help carry in the wounded soldiers.
Just then, a woman burst in, panic in her voice. "Captain, there are too many injured on the battlefield, and we don't have enough people to transport them!"
The captain was busy treating a patient, and he frowned. Usually, they could request backup medical teams, but being on an alien planet changed everything.
He called the adjutant coordinating things in the command room.
"Where am I supposed to find more people?" the adjutant snapped. "That's a level-eight beast out there! We've already deployed everyone available!"
But leaving the injured behind wasn't an option. The battlefield was chaotic, and if they lost those people, the compensation costs would skyrocket.
