"I'm sorry," the shaman bowed to Abhimanyu and Sadawira Raka.
"Tell us," Abhimanyu said, "what did you see, and what made you feel unable to help him?"
"My lord," the shaman took a deep breath, his gaze then turned to Satya who was still lying unconscious on a special table. "We could both see that his body wasn't injured at all, and that means our worries that he would turn into a werewolf have been dispelled. However, the energy within his body was turbulent, hot and cold colliding with each other. That's all I can conclude, my lord."
"Oh, I see?" Abhimanyu approached Satya, he touched his chest to feel the temperature of the man's body. "You're right," he said, "his body feels cold and hot, changing rapidly."
"What should we do, my lord?" asked Sadawira Raka.
"I don't know," Abhimanyu sighed softly and long. "If Master Shaman alone is unable to handle Satya, then nothing we can do."
