"Heal."
Leone used his healing powers to help the injured members of the Aslan Tribe. He prioritized those with serious injuries, ensuring their conditions wouldn't worsen.
Daedalus had also brewed many healing potions, which Leone had distributed to the tribes that had helped them in the war.
Of course, this included the warriors of the Darkmane Tribe, who were currently setting up camp at the base of Grimjaw Mountain.
A few hours later, the young man finally finished his task.
"Good work, Leone," Yuni said as she handed him a cloth he could use to wipe the sweat off his forehead.
"Thank you, Yuni," Leone replied. "Have you eaten dinner yet?"
"Not yet." Yuni shook her head. "I was waiting for you to finish your work so we could eat together."
Truth be told, Leone didn't feel hungry.
No. It was more like he didn't have the appetite to eat.
But, as the chieftain of the Aslan Tribe, he had to show everyone that he was fine. He didn't want them to worry about him.
