Five months later; In the healing room of the military camp of the Third Army.
A young man seems to be in his final moments, grip ever stronger but his breath faint and weak in his throat. He faltered, "Lord! Forgive me…It is all my fault but... Please help me take care of them…Gongting village..their names are Paul and Pauline…Please, I have served you faithfully all these months so please…"
The words hit Xaloc in the chest as he listened to the last words of his lieutenant.
He looked at the healer. The healer was a man who had served in the medicine room in the temple of Apollo before he converted. Seeing those cold black eyes on him, he stood straight and shook his head.
"Vice-Commander! The poisoned arrows were too strong and its poison had already shipped deep into the blood of Lieutenant Su." He reported.
