2 weeks had passed with little to no movement. Milo and Ellen found themselves at the Ishaks base, listening to the guttural roars of Kwaki as his wounds were stitched and cleaned. His fearsome cries echoed throughout the forest and many Ishaks abandoned their post seeing his wounded state, believing that he was no longer fit to lead them.
Kwaki emerged from his tent, his entire body was covered in bandages and his eye that had been torn by Rekior's lightning was replaced by a small eyepatch. The bottom of his long hair had been charred and burnt away and his knees buckled each time he took a step.
Milo cocked his head, "Still not good, Kwaki?".
Kwaki snarled back at him, "Do I look alright to you?".
Milo walked away from him chuckling, "Nope!".
