Ivory City, Mabi.
After cleaning up one of the rooms in the attic, the one used as a sleeping quarter by the previous resident, Adam had made it his temporary home.
It had already been a month since his arrival in this forgotten city, and thanks to the humanoid beast patrolling the hall below, he remained safe from the powerful magical beasts that prowled the ruins of the city.
At the moment, he was sitting on the single bed, applying medicine to the gaping wound on his stomach. Adam hadn't been completely idle the past month. In fact, he had been working like a madman—literally—to prevent himself from dying.
After all, the ghastly wound on his stomach, which caused his intestines to spill out, was terrifyingly life-threatening. Massive blood loss and shock could have killed him within days, while exposed organs had a high risk of getting infected. If left untreated, it could lead to organ failure and subsequent death.
