"Huh…?"
The confused sound came from a young priest standing at the edge of the rear line.
His hand held a glowing prayer scroll, but his eyes weren't on the battlefield, they were on the sand behind them.
"What is it?" asked another priest beside him, not looking up from the battlefield below. The holy light pulsing from his palms flickered faintly.
"I-It's just…" the first priest hesitated, leaning closer to the ground. "None of us went back inside the tent, right? Then why are there footprints leading toward it?"
The second priest finally lifted his head, frowning. The red sand of the valley was littered with prints, most leading outwards toward the battle.
But a faint line of light and fading imprints clearly trailed the opposite way… straight toward the large white tent in the middle of the healer's camp.
He stared for a moment, then sighed heavily and rubbed his temple.
