Vadim PoV
My eyes stared at the impaled men. Much to my surprise, some were still breathing. It was a good thing I hadn't retracted the stones; otherwise, they would've surely bled to death.
"It's a miracle," I whispered, a slight smile playing on my lips, though the grim reality of the situation still weighed heavy in my heart.
The commander, his expression a mix of shock and disbelief, tried to hide his joy, but the twinkle in his eyes was too bright to conceal. He glanced between me and his wounded men, the tension in the air shifting as hope began to flicker in his chest.
"How—how is this possible?" he stammered, he glanced at me. "You did this?"
I shook my head. "No, I didn't. If it were, I wouldn't have been prepared to help you bury them." I narrowed my eyes at one of the men as he laid motionless on top of his unicorn. The creatures were using some of their unique healing powers to keep them alive, but there was more to it. I sensed mana coming from elsewhere."
