(Present Time)
The silence in the room stood like a death reaper, ready to hitch as many souls on its cloak of death for no one wanted to break or challenge it. Some hunters had gathered in the room where Xiran had fought his father.
The battle between the father and son had ended with the latter escaping. Xiran finally carried Irlana to the room where he had seen those doctors earlier. Entering the room he saw two of them were still there, hiding away with fearful eyes.
"She is bleeding, treat her," he asked in a domineering tone. Laying her down on a table.
"If you tried anything funny, I will wring your necks," he warned and stood beside them, watching them like a hawk.
They quickly moved and with shaking hands got the required medical supplies and stitched up her wound. Xiran called Silver and asked for the update, he informed him that everything was under control.
