Chapter 480 - Shayaron
Angor quickly denied his own thought. Those who managed to come here might not be strong, but at least, they should know how to deal with these animals without dying.
Well, unless someone was foolish enough to climb to the sky and become a live bait.
Wait… Something suddenly flashed past Angor’s mind. To the sky? Bait?
Staying on the ground was safe, sure. But of course, the city wouldn’t want the people to stay safe in the garden. They needed dead people—a lot of them. And in such a case, sending people to the sky was one quick approach to produce corpses.
But again, those with brains would never try to approach the sky.
What if the city was planning to FORCE people to fly?
For example… what if the exit of the garden was up there?
“HOW DARE YOU! To hell with your trick of words, coward! If I make it out alive, I’ll make sure to end your life myself!” Slowly, his angry yells became weaker mumble. “If… I make it out…”
Anyone, including himself, could see that survival was not an option since he had no hands or legs. Even if nothing showed up to claim his life, he would soon bleed out.
Before his last moment, the man finally learned what it felt to lose his life slowly but surely. He felt cold despite the burning air around him. Everything was freezing up. His brain, his bones, his mind space, and his own soul…
“This… is it?”
He tried to keep his eyes open. He wanted to enjoy one more sight of this world even if he wasn’t looking at anything beautiful.
Then he felt something warm coming from his wounds.
It’s… Heal! Someone cast a Heal at me!
He felt his bleeding being slowed down. Some energy returned to his body and helped him climb back from the entrance to hell. He felt his skin burning because of the hot dirt below him, but he felt alive again!
“I-I’m saved!” He looked around without seeing anyone. “Is that you, Ron?”
No answers.
“Right… of course he won’t. Is that Yethew? Freud? Who are you?”
“A stranger,” someone replied in a voice that he didn’t recognize.
“Th-thanks…” It was obvious that whoever helped him did not wish to get exposed. Silently, the man remembered the strange yet pleasant voice.
“Don’t mention it. From here onward, whether or not you can keep living will be up to you.” The voice grew weaker as if the speaker was moving away already.
“Shayaron! That man is Shayaron. Together with Yethew and Freud, they ambushed another apprentice from Floating Mech City. Follow him and you may find a way out!” the man yelled and explained what he learned, although he wasn’t sure if anyone was here to hear him.
Naturally, it was Angor who just healed him.
Using the cantrip cost him nothing. As for why he offered his help… This man did mention that he helped Shayaron to block an attack, and Angor quite appreciated such a noble act.
Despite his effort, Angor knew that his cantrip was unlikely to help the man stay alive for very long. It was already difficult to keep up in the garden, let alone without one’s limbs.
Even so, Angor was glad that he managed to learn something useful that could be cast at almost no cost.
He cast one last glimpse at the strange man, who looked a lot more cheerful now, before heading toward where Shayaron disappeared.