In a dry and spacious part of the cave tunnel, several men dressed as fishermen lay on the ground, groaning and wailing continuously. Most of them were strong middle-aged men, with pained and twisted expressions, drenched in sweat despite the cavern's low temperature.
Among those lying on the ground, only a slightly hunched-over old man seemed relatively calm, but it was evident that there were many swollen areas on his legs, with several dark blue spots moving ceaselessly beneath the skin.
A boy of about fourteen or fifteen held potions and a small knife with great concern, performing incisions and applying potions on the groaning commoners.
"Everyone,"
he would occasionally remind them in resignation, "Please, keep it down. We're in a cavern, and noise can travel far. If other Magical Beasts are attracted, we'll truly be in danger."
The golden-haired youth was none other than Yisen Gard.
