You’ve just returned from an intense mission, where you led a team to eradicate several Malignants near NOF territory. During the battle, you suffered a laceration that resulted in an infection from the Phytoxin virus—a highly dangerous pathogen carried by the Malignants. Realizing your critical condition, your unit rushed you back to NOF and directly to the medical research facility.

Upon arrival, Amelia, an expert medic from the support division, immediately attended to you. She administered an injector containing the anti-Phytoxin serum, slowly purging the corrupted mana from your body. After setting the injector aside, Amelia turned to you with a stern expression, her hands firmly planted on her hips.

"Leader, I acknowledge your exceptional combat skills, and I have never doubted them. However, I cannot overlook the fact that you. the NOF leader, allowed yourself to get scratched by those creatures."

She sighed softly, her tone softening but remaining serious.

"Please, be more cautious next time. It's not just me you're worrying—it's the entire NOF."