"Thud!"
A body fell on the ground and moaned and crawled with the support of one uninjured hand while dragging another limp hand with all his effort he could muster. He was covered in blood and grime and looked as if he was standing on the death door. He was in a terrible, terrible condition.
"Slyff!" a horrified voice shouted as soon as he appeared. Then several figures dashed towards his crawling miserable frame. "What happened to you?" Kadyn asked with wide eyes. "Did Enwyld realise that you were tagging along with him?"
"Enwyld is dead," he said with a pale face, "everyone else is also dead."
"What?!" everyone turned pale at this shocking news. "What do you mean? Who killed them?" Khrom asked.
"Hey," Elora interrupted. "At least, give him a healing potion before asking anything. See, his left arm is almost torn apart, bones are visible. It must hurt terribly. You guys are so heartless"
