After another two cycles of the sun and two moons watching over the land beneath, a young man with ashen hair woke up to yet another unfamiliar ceiling.
Still a bit groggy and numb due to the hellish torture he experienced, Shye gently held his neck.
Realizing that the bite wound was gone along with the poison's sharp and agonizing sting, he took one deep breath.
"I survived again huh?" he mumbled as flashbacks of the disappointing and infuriating moment when the adventurers he helped left him to fend for himself flooded his mind.
This caused his expression to shift once more from serenity to profound anger.
Taking a few deep breaths to calm his raging heart, Shye stood up and walked out of his hospital room.
"Oh? Hello sir. How are you feeling?" asked the nurse who was about to enter the room to check on him.
"I'm fine now, thanks for helping me cure the poison," Shye replied, giving the nurse a slight bow.
