Dozens of red-hued notifications flashed before his eyes, warning him about the critical situation of his villagers, who were currently passed out on the ground.
Ignoring the notifications, he opened his inventory and accessed the healing potions he had purchased beforehand, as he had already expected a little casualties.
He reached them quickly.
The children were gasping for breath. The adults were coughing out mouthfuls of blood painfully, their expressions unnaturally pale and strained.
He began to administer the healing potions one after the other without delay.
He healed the children first before attending to the others.
He also healed two soldiers from Blackstone, as well as the elder who came with them. He ignored the remaining eighteen; after all, they were his enemies from the beginning.
As the healing potions took effect, one after another, his villagers began to wake up slowly.
