{Third Person Pov}
---
The makeshift field infirmary at the outskirts of the Rainwood Forest smelled heavily of copper, burnt leather, and the bitter tang of medicinal salves. Sunlight barely pierced the thick canvas of the medical tents, illuminated instead by the flickering glow of mana lamps and the soft, radiant light of divine magic.
Aria moved swiftly down the narrow row of wooden cots. Her striking pale blonde hair was bound back in a loose silver ribbon, her crystal-blue eyes sharp with intense focus. In her slender right hand, a polished ivory healing wand flared with a continuous, luminescent golden light, weaving soft strands of divine energy into the torn flesh of a fourth-year student.
"Hold still," Aria commanded softly, her voice steady despite the sheer chaos around them.
