~ Third Person's Point of View ~
As soon as the surroundings turned luminous and bright. Leros servants cleaned all of the silt and swiped off the ashes.
Few of them heard what had occurred the other night as they hurriedly gathered outside of the healer's house.
They spoke like buzzing bees as they whispered to each other's ear.
However, the information was conveyed to their Master.
He was disgruntled and irate towards the individual who disseminated the chaos that had taken place.
"How everyone disclosed what had happened to my daughter?! How and why they are all gathered outside as if my daughter was ill to be treated like a living dead?!"
Leros have failed to control his emotions and resentment.
He can't accept and forgive himself if Mariya will never be awake and will be dead, sooner or later.
The moment she fell into the ground, the concussion was not as simple as abrasions.
