Candlelight reflected off the surgical instruments and potion bottles. As Jhod's scalpel made the first incisi

Candlelight reflected off the surgical instruments and potion bottles. As Jhod's scalpel made the first incision on the woman's skin, I could hear her inhale loudly through clenched teeth. I confess, I lacked the courage to watch the surgery — even after I turned away, I couldn't help but tremble from hearing the poor woman's screams. The air filled with the acrid scent of medical potions while Tristian mumbled prayers to ease the patient's pain, simultaneously scanning her body with magical sight. All I could do was whisper my own prayers. But the baroness, he didn't lose his courage. He...