Chapter Two Hundred-Twenty-Nine – Tell Me
(High Mountains)
Just when he wanted to have a good sleep. Sorren sighed, mixing the last herb with the others. He had to uproot young plants for this.
His farm was half ruined as he scavenged for all the healing plants to make medicine with. He sighed again.
Images of Sigma's burnt body flashed in his mind and his hands worked faster. Mixing, grinding, pouring… pouring… pouring out.
"Sorren!" Stefan held his hand that was still pouring.
Sorren flew off his seat and timely used another bowl to catch the liquid herb mixture slipping out of the table.
"Calm down, or rest. Dylan said he's still alive—"
"I know." Sorren threw down the towel he used to wipe the table. He left for his room, leaving everything.
How could those rogues have attacked from nowhere?
He paused and looked at the gate.
