Shariya clutched his arm, appearing very ragged. Although his wound didn't seriously worsen due to the casting of high level magic, he was still much worse off from a continuous stream of low-grade magic. Upon seeing Yalunte's arrival, a modicum of joy emerged on his pale face.
"Yalunte, why are you here?" Shariya struggled to rise from the ground and asked questioningly, still clutching his wounded arm.
"I heard my old friend was in trouble, so I came to check on you." Yalunte said with a mirthful smile.
"Are you still working for the people of Otherworld?" Shariya asked, fixing him a gaze.
"Since you already know, why bother asking," Yalunte shrugged non-committally.
"Dean Shariya!"
Suddenly, Shariya heard a surprised shout, and a well-dressed figure ran towards him. Upon looking carefully, he couldn't help but exclaim out loud: "Feliz! Where've you been hiding?"
"Dean Shariya!" Feliz ran to him. Seeing the wound on his arm, she almost burst into tears.
