One hour later, Julius' body cracked under his slow movements. Despite his pale face, he recovered enough to stagger to his feet. Focusing on his body, he nodded. Thanks to Arun's and Asha's efforts, he entirely rid himself of the poison flowing through his veins and assaulting his nervous system like a plague.
With a sigh of relief and gratitude sparkling in his eyes, he gazed at the couple, who hurried to support him back to the carriage.
On the way, he focused on his battles, decomposing each strike, dodge, and wound until his lips twisted. The verdict was irrefutable: he had messed up. His overconfidence led him into a dangerous situation. One that almost killed him.
"Thank you... for saving me," he murmured, the weight of his mistake pressing down on his heart and making his voice crack.
"What are you saying? You saved us all!" Arun exclaimed, his words fast and shaking his head. How could he steal the spotlight?
