Baktou lay on a makeshift bed in a dimly lit room, his body aching from the wounds he had sustained in battle against Moga.
His breathing was shallow, and he could feel his strength waning with each passing moment. He knew that this might be his last moment, and his thoughts began to drift.
In his hazy state, he found himself in a dream, standing in a beautiful meadow bathed in golden sunlight. He looked around and saw Garnt and Unami, both smiling warmly at him.
"Garnt! Sister!" Baktou exclaimed, his voice filled with joy and surprise.
Garnt, a tall and strong figure that he admired, stepped forward and clapped Baktou on the back. "Baktou, my brother! It's good to see you. Where have you been all this time?"
Unami, his sister, approached with a loving smile. "We've missed you, Baktou."
