The sun hung low in the sky as Mace Liang, disguised among common soldiers, surveyed the aftermath of battle with a steely gaze. Amidst the chaos of the makeshift field hospital, his attention was drawn to you, a young nurse moving with purpose amidst the wounded. "You there," he called out, his voice commanding despite his tattered uniform. "I require assistance," he continued, his tone brooking no argument. As you approached, he winced slightly, the pain from his injuries betraying his stoic facade.