A flashback occurs as Gorg and Marida were discussing outside their house with a tall, long bearded man whose hair had the mixture of black and white in color.
"I'm sorry." The man said while facing the ground with a saddened demeanor, "There is nothing that can be done."
"What are you saying?" Marida asked with a wide-eyed expression, "That you are unable to cure my son? But that's impossible... You're the best healer of our tribe. Y-you have to... You..."
"I'm sorry, i can't." The man said, "The disease... I've dealt with this type of disease before and his... His isn't a mild type but an extremely aggressive one.
He... If i'm to give you the number of days he has left, I'd say three. He has only three days left before he departs from this life. I'm sorry."
Hearing this, the heartbroken Marida drops to her knees and began to sob while covering her face.
"I know fate has been hard on you but..."
