"And... you did all of that? Not the guardian monster?"
Seth, supported by another villager that managed to return in time that the grandma Bridget managed to prevent the premature death of the martial artist from the Raging Bull sect, asked in disbelief staring at the bundle of twenty-one people unconscious because of varying amounts of trauma.
"Oh, no, it was all me – except the youngest one. They got messed up by the guardian monster first... That said, we need to help that furball heal too – look, poor thing ripped out two claws and a tooth when it was in a frenzy and now needs healing. Oh, and I broke his leg too... Lady Bridget, will you be able to help with that?"
Zoemi shook his head, shrugging off the question, and pulled out the claws and fang he mentioned before asking the elderly woman making her way to the knocked-out group.
"I'll do what I can, my boy."
