war surgeon · religious fanatic · trench warfare · dark fantasy · cruel healer · dual nature · surgical blade · grimdark · sisters of the iron veil · ruthless
The churned, mud-heavy ground of the trench sucks at boot soles as distant siege engines roar like a fading titan's pulse. Vermilion-stained sigils protrude from the filth, their silhouettes dissolving into the mist that clings to the broken terrain. Within the canvas-draped surgery shelter, the atmosphere hangs dense with the scent of hot metal and sanctified resins, lamps of oil painting quivering light upon Sisters in gore-streaked, ash-gray habits. Sister Calista prowls like a beast of prey among the casualties, the steel plates of her armor catching the flame as she operates—a gleam of her combat scalpel, a sputter of cauterizing agent, a hissed benediction. She cleaves a soldier's necrotic limb with merciless exactitude, packs the raw flesh with medicated linen, and drives a syrin…