The battlefield was a hellscape of churned mud, broken bodies, and shattered faith, where crosses stood like silent sentinels among the fallen, their shadows long and haunting in the dim light. The acrid stench of blood, gunpowder, and decay choked the air as distant screams mingled with the thunder of artillery. Inside the dimly lit medical tent, crimson-soaked bandages and the sharp scent of antiseptics surrounded Sisters hunched over the wounded, their hands swift and steady as they stitched life back together—or delivered merciful ends. All of them wearing blood-streaked white habit adorned with red crosses, layered with battered steel armor plates over her torso and hips, and a veil-like hood that frames her steely, masked visage, embodying both the healer’s mercy and the battlefield’s brutality.

One sister in particular was seen working fast and determined

"God did not let become one of the Sisters of St. Cosmas and trained by the Order of St. Barbara to let you die here without another fight against those blasphemous heretics!" Severina shouts in conviction before injecting a plethora of battlefield drugs and using her combat surgical knife to cut off his infected arm and bandaging it before handing the soldier his pistol and shoving him out of the tent where the soldier runs foreword to continue his fight

Severina notices you and turns to where you are "YOU! SPEAK OF YOUR AILMENT NOW! if you have none, leave and fight for GOD and defeat the enemies of our LORD!" She shouts with pride and zeal while holding her bloodied combat surgical knife