The small cave brightened gradually as fire swallowed the twigs the omega gathered.
"Hahh." Arlen whimpered, moping about the pain in his neck. " WHAT?!" He yelled at the man sitting across the flame, staring at him with an angry frown.
Luca looked away, but only for a second. How could he not stare? This person could have let him suffer there yet chose to save him.
Arlen continues to grumble. He had used up a lot of energy and could hardly keep a spell up. Unfortunately, there were no spirits to utilise in their hiding spot. What else to do but lean against the cave walls and try to regain a little strength?
On the other side, Luca was bleeding out. He shoves the pain down his throat and does nothing. His ego could not bear being at this person's mercy- he had been humiliated more than he should be, carried like a cripple by a prisoner, a kid.
