Li-Jua never aspired to greatness, nor did she yearn for the thrill of battle or the prestige of high-ranking adventurers.
She was a daughter of the most revered Healer bloodline in the empire. Their duty was sacred, their purpose clear: to stand behind those who fought, to mend their wounds, and to ensure that the strong continued their battles. The moment she displayed an aptitude for healing magic, her fate was sealed. The elders of her clan, seeing her extraordinary talent, deemed her a prodigy.
It didn’t matter that she despised healing. It didn’t matter that she hated the idea of being shackled to a life of servitude, forever tending to warriors too proud to acknowledge their dependence on others. Her desires were dismissed, her protests ignored. The clan had decided, she would be trained to become a Healer of the highest order, and when the time came, she would serve.