The rubble strangely burned under the effects of the curse but the Lizardmen child was safe. Rather, the curse energy in the surroundings gushed into his body, transforming into medicine to heal his wounds and treat the curses plaguing him.
"Ugh…" The Lizardmen child woke up with a start, staring at his legs that were no longer mashed into a pulp, shocked for a moment before he stared at the Birdmen boy that wore a strange beak-shaped mask.
"Who…are you?"
"A Novice Doctor," The Birdmen boy replied, sighing in worry, "I never thought the war would come to this point. There are no longer enough people to fight."
"I'm the last from my village," The Lizardmen boy said, expressing his sadness as he controlled his urge to cry, "Everyone marched with pompadour at the start. But one after another, everyone died, either to the Humans, or the Birdmen, or the Giants."
