Nearing the makeshift relief camp surrounded by airships, Filia hopped off and glided towards where the wounded were laid out in neat rows.

> She told blizzy as she landed. Feathers were traded for a pink pelt, and nine purple-tipped tails stretched out behind her.

> Velvet, her ephemerox, commented snidely while observing the hundreds of burnt and maimed bodies. Despite her healing ability and wonderfully soft fur, the fairy nine-tailed fox had the worst temperament.

It wasn’t Filia’s first time responding to a disaster, and she quickly headed over to the medics struggling with the worst cases. Spreading her tails behind her, she shouted, “Lunar Cure.”

A powerful wave of healing washed forwards, restoring melted skin and mending torn flesh. As soon as one batch was out of the danger zone, she moved on to the next.

Legonas joined her while she worked. “Thank you. All I can do is gather survivors and rely on others to keep them alive.” The frustration was clear in his voice. “Most of my usual healers were exhausted by the werewolf outbreak under the Isle.”

Filia glanced at all those still in need of assistance and groaned. Many had lesions and other signs of torture on top of fire damage. There was a limit to what she could do.

> Velvet commented calmly.

Resolving to go as far as she could before making hard choices, Filia focused in front of her only to gasp at how rapidly wounds were closing. Grasping for an explanation, she noticed even those not under effect of ‘lunar cure’ were improving quickly. How?

“Michael White has arrived.” Legonas chuckled. “What a relief.”

A small white warship was descending, elaborately adorned with golden patterns. A powerful restorative force radiated from within its hull.

> Velvet complained. <>

> Filia snapped back. I am so glad no one can hear her. Where did she pick up this vicious, sadistic streak? Is it because she is a fox?

From the warship, a small throne floated over. In its golden embrace sat Michael White, an immortal arch-bishop from the White Mountain. The ‘master of healing’, the second person since Sola to reach immortality through his skill in the craft. He appeared young, in his early twenties, with brown hair and below average looks.

“Your visit is greatly appreciated,“ Legonas greeted. “Although I’m surprised they let you travel.”

“True, Samuel Lithorn doesn’t like me leaving the empire.” Micheal smirked. “However, relations between the emperor and the White Mountain have become complicated. This bit of defiance is part of that.”

His smile faded. “Also, I was the one who granted Gregory Stein’s request to interfere. It’s only right that I recover his remains. Besides…” Michael turned to the recovering survivors and then the far off smoldering capital. “I wanted to see the Laughing Man’s work with my own eyes.”

“You have a history with him, if I remember?”

Michael nodded, “I am one of the five survivors of his first appearance, together with Simon Black. It saddens me the path he has chosen to take.”

> Velvet had no interest in small talk or human politics.

Filia realize that, with Michael’s arrival, she was no longer needed. She quietly took her leave to go put her affairs in order and bury the dead.