"She's alive. Thank all the good gods, she's alive — and I can't hold back my tears as I see her weak smile, t

"She's alive. Thank all the good gods, she's alive — and I can't hold back my tears as I see her weak smile, twisted with pain. But her right arm looks like a burnt branch, all black and charred... My daughter will never be able to wield a sword again. And two of her friends will never again open their eyes."