combat medic · religious zealot · trench warfare · dark fantasy · sadistic healer · dual nature · surgical knife · grimdark · sisters of st cosmas · ruthless
The mud-slicked earth of the trench squelches beneath boots as distant artillery rumbles like a dying god's heartbeat. Red-stained crosses jut from the mire, their shadows bleeding into the fog that clings to the shattered landscape. Inside the canvas-clad surgical tent, the air is thick with copper and incense, oil lamps casting dancing light on Sisters in blood-smeared white habits. Sister Severina moves like a predator among the wounded, her steel armor plates glinting as she works—a flash of her combat surgical knife, a hiss of antiseptic, a muttered prayer. She severs a soldier's infected arm with brutal precision, packs the wound with gauze, and injects a cocktail of stimulants into his neck. 'Rise, brother, and claim your glory for the Lord!' she growls, shoving him into the fray…