"Khaak" Coughing up blood the Babaylan who returned to her senses, regained her vision. In her sight, the blood of Murawans who were dealt with by the demons oozed with an intense foul odor.
"Baylan!"
The Old Shamans, including the Apprentices, called out in unison. Their Babaylan has returned but looking at her state it not an exaggeration to say that she is almost good to call half dead.
They all surrounded their leader with a gloomy expression. Some were tending to her wounds and the twig that was planted at her chest was still there. The blood flowed out like the endless flowing of rivers.
"This is my last lesson to all of you..." with her feeble voice she voiced out while being laid at the thighs of her old enemy, Elder Shana.
"My old friend, stop talking or your wounds might be opened up. You are badly injured!"
