Demonic Pornstar System novel Chapter 467

Chapter 467: Hectic Camp

The camp outside the reservation area, which was ruined thanks to the many demons of Calypso stampeding through the nearby landscape, burned with life and noise now.

Makeshift tents had gone up wherever the ground was flat enough, marked with the sigils of Runewoven and Nova Circuit.

The air carried the smell of blood, antiseptic, and boiled grain.

Everywhere, people were moving.

Healers chanted short restorative incantations before fading into exhausted hands. Assistants fetched bandages, poured water over wounds, and tried to calm the panicked voices around them.

But most of those lying on the ground were not guild members.

They were the tribesmen, Kaiden’s new people who wished to live under his rule.

These were the Native American men and women who had once lived under Varek’s tyrannical rule.

Kaiden had asked Geralt, captain of Runewoven’s field team, to take care of them while he went with Calypso to her dungeon. The man did his best, but even with all the supplies and training they had, the sheer number of victims was overwhelming.

Many of the rescued barely looked human anymore.

Starved bodies. Split lips. Infections that had never been cleaned.

Their "chieftain" had kept any nutritious food for his elites and left the rest to rot.

Now, guild members ran between rows of stretchers trying to undo years of neglect.

"Water, here!"

"Two more are running fevers!"

"We need another light healing potion!"

In the middle of that chaos, Naira sat on the dirt beside one of the stretchers.

Her bronze skin was smeared with dust, but she didn’t care one bit. Her gaze was locked on her mother.

Lira lay motionless under a rough wool blanket, face pale and drawn. Her breathing was shallow, so much so that each rise of her chest seemed to be a fight.

Two awakened from Runewoven knelt nearby, assisting the healer working on the mother. The healer was a middle-aged woman muttering spells over Lira’s body. The two assistants worked quickly, cleaning wounds that came to be thanks to the cruel whippings she received, preparing salves, and setting out mana potions for the healer to drain.

Naira could read everything from their expressions.

The tight jaws. The restless movements. The silence between commands.

Her stomach turned. She clenched her fists so tightly her nails dug into her palms enough to make her bleed. She gritted her teeth together, stronger than ever before, as she forced the words out of her lips, words that no child should ever have to utter. "Will my mother live?"

The healer paused mid-incantation and looked up. Her face was tired but kind as she saw the great turmoil of the teenager. "She will, dear. But her condition is bad. I can only stabilize her here. She needs proper facilities, nutritious food, and time to heal."

Naira’s breath escaped in a shaky exhale. Her shoulders slumped, and she reached for her mother’s limp hand, holding it carefully as if it might break.

"I see..." she whispered. "So it’s just like Kaiden thought it would be."

The healer raised an eyebrow but didn’t ask what she meant. She returned to her work, whispering another spell.

Naira stayed there, unmoving, thumb brushing over her mother’s knuckles.

Suddenly, something soft brushed against Naira’s cheek.

Her head snapped up, startled, and she found herself face to face with a tanned woman with sharp golden eyes and feline ears flicking idly atop her head.

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