Chapter 74

Aisha's POV The neutral hospital stood just as I remembered it—tall and solemn, its stone walls a blend of elven craftsmanship and human practicality. Ivy had started to reclaim the corners of the outer facade, but even that didn't dampen the power that emanated from it. This was once hallowed ground. A place untouched by war, where healers of every race set aside their feuds and focused only on life. I have always wanted to come here, it was a dream of mine and anytime I thought about it, my heart would start beating. I was finally here. But the minute I stepped through the main entrance, I knew something had changed. Tension. A lot of it. Not just stress or fatigue—but something colder, thicker. Eyes flicked toward me the second my boots hit the stone floor. The triage room was a flurry of motion—nurses of every species moving in calculated chaos, each wrapped in their own tasks. The smell of blood and antiseptic hung in the air, and somewhere, someone screamed. Yet none of that drow