A few miles from where the battle between Serac and Atheon took place lay a small island, a lone sanctuary amidst the turbulent waters of the raging sea. Here, Serac had taken refuge after being gravely injured. His throat was partially crushed, and a hole had been punched through his stomach.
As serious as his injuries were, Serac knew he would survive. The experiments to turn him into a first beast greatly increased his life force as a side effect, so it would take much more to kill him. Still, he would not be moving for some time.
His gaze drifted over to the one standing beside him as he forced out a few raspy words of gratitude.
"I was not expecting to be saved, but I am grateful you stepped in when you did."
