A fragment of the meteor had caused a massive explosion east of the town.

It had turned homes into ruins.

Mücella was staggering through the collapsed stone houses on the eastern side of the town.

The air was heavy.

Dust and a metallic scent covered everything.

There was a shallow scratch on her arm.

But she didn’t care about the blood trickling from it.

Because with every step…

She came across another wounded person, another soul in need of help.

An old man was lying beneath a fallen wall.

Mücella knelt beside him.

Her hands trembled as she reached out.

She wanted to help him.

And at that moment…

A warm, gentle light began to spread from her hands, enveloping the man’s injured body.

The old man opened his eyes halfway.

He looked at Mücella in astonishment.

The wound on his back had begun to heal.

The cataract in his eyes seemed to vanish completely.

Mücella couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

She took a deep breath, trembling with excitement.

For the first time…

She felt like she truly mattered.

Just then, a woman approached with a blood-soaked child in her arms.

“Please, help! Please!” she begged.

Without hesitation, Mücella touched the child.

The same light spread again.

The child’s wound began to close.

But with each touch...

Her knees trembled a bit more.

Her breath grew shorter.

It was as if something inside her was slowly draining away.

As people noticed, they began to surround her.

The wounded, the weeping, the pleading...

Mücella had no strength left.

One woman, still holding her injured child, shouted:

“Why did you save that one first?!

My child was worse off!

You… you only help the ones you choose!”

The words struck Mücella’s heart like poison.

She was only trying to help!

She was doing everything she could!

But now she had collapsed onto her knees.

Her eyes filled with tears.

She looked up at the sky.

Helping people…

Doesn’t always feel good.

Sometimes, even when you help, people still blame you.

And in that moment…

Darkness fell over her vision.

It felt like she was about to lose consciousness.

But then…

A small hand touched her arm.

The child she had healed…

Had lifted his head and was smiling at her.

And in that smile, there was something:

Pure gratitude.

Pure hope.

Mücella wiped her tears away.

She steadied her trembling body.

She would carry the pain of those she couldn’t save.

But also the hope of those she could.

This burden...

Was hers to carry now.