Thog slowly opened his eyes.
His head hurt.
He tried to move.
He couldn't.
His arms were tied behind his back.
The ropes were pulled tight.
"…What…?"
It took him a few seconds to remember.
The battle.
The bandits.
Max with the gem that made him fall asleep.
The dwarf lifted his head.
And saw the road.
The place looked like a battlefield.
Bodies of dwarves.
Goblins.
Gray elves.
Everything was covered by a layer of black dust.
The pulverized charcoal from the giant slime had spread everywhere.
Fallen trees.
Shattered rocks.
The ground completely devastated.
Then he saw the group.
They were gathered around Max's body.
The human was lying on the ground.
Sophie had several sealed papers floating around him.
The runes glowed softly.
Dorian was kneeling beside him.
His hands emitted a green light.
Magic flowed slowly into Max's body.
A moment later, Max coughed.
"COUGH—!"
He suddenly sat up.
He spat out a bit of smoke.
