"Hah" Grenald let out a hollow laughter as he stared blankly.
His body was lying on its back in a very awkward position, and he was too exhausted to even move, much less getting up.
Two gaping holes of considerable size were in his thigh and through his chest, both caused by the sharp edge of Kurt's spear.
His body was drenched in both his and Kurt's blood, and it wouldn't be drying anytime soon because of the incessant bleeding from accumulated injuries all over his body.
"Hmm" he muttered as his mind wandered off.
But the sound of running feet broke him from his reverie.
A man came running with haste while holding a beaker containing a bright yellow liquid.
Quickly, the man made himself known.
"Sir Grenald, Master Cavarl has sent me to give you this, please hold still"
The man immediately knelt and moved his arm to position Grenald's head before administering the healing potion.
But as his hands reached for Grenald's neck, it was suddenly held back.
