Fortunately, during the final clash, his blade had pierced the enemy's throat first. However, his own abdomen had also been pierced by an enemy's saber.
The wound wasn't easy to treat, nor was it the time to stop and tend to it.
He couldn't linger here too long; he had to keep fleeing.
My mission is probably complete, A'lai thought. Now, I just need to try and survive.
A'lai didn't know what purpose his survival would serve. Perhaps the simplest thought is this: if I survive and return to the King's side, then next time, the King won't need to find someone new to impersonate him.
This thought is a bit ominous, A'lai mused, but I don't have the luxury to dwell on such misgivings now.
He pressed on, heading east. He knew the fleeing wild people would also be going in this direction.
Suddenly, an arrow whizzed past, landing right in front of A'lai.
A'lai glanced at the arrow. Wild people. Our own.
