Inside the tent, an unconscious figure lay sprawled on the bed in a horrific state. Both hands were crushed, a gaping wound tore through his right side stomatch, and a deep slash ran from his neck to his chest—a grim sight for anyone who looked upon him.
This man was Terran, General of the Demon Race. As Leon and Garan entered, they approached him in silence.
Seeing his friend and comrade in such a state, Garan felt a deep sadness well up within him.
"When I found him, Terran was already in this state. I was terrified he might not make it," Garan said, his voice weighted with sorrow.
He deeply regretted not arriving sooner to prevent Terran from ending up in this state. The guilt weighed heavily on him, bringing a sense of distress every time he thought about Terran's condition.
Leon examined Terran closely, noting the severity of his wounds. Given their fatal nature, he knew that Terran's survival was solely due to his unwavering will to live.
