Days later, in an area further towards the center of the Pristine Wilds...
In a tree that Jalgon had recently passed, a bound body was still lying there, barely showing any signs of life.
However, the octopus, which had come this far with only one tentacle left, was still alive, letting a small aura, as weak as a Grandmaster's, escape from his body.
Suddenly, footsteps sounded from the opposite direction to where Brendan was looking, and he imagined that his fate was coming to torment him.
'Damn it, has that bastard come back already?' wondered the bound beast, in the worst state of his entire existence.
But he would be surprised by the newcomer!
"Brendan!" The voice of an old acquaintance, totally different from Jalgon's icy tone, sounded from behind the tree a moment before the owner of it appeared on the left side of the seriously injured octopus.
