The priest, Igimo, sat down after a long and tiresome procedure. The Town hall, which also served as the church, was now empty, but plenty warm.
The blizzard outside had calmed down, the fierce storm had subsided, and thus the Villagers returned to their own homes to salvage what was left and repair what was broken.
Igimo wiped the sweat off his brow and reached out with his hand to the fire. A green energy began to swirl within the palm of his hands... However, it was faint, extremely so. One could barely even see it.
Igimo let out a sigh and brought his hand down, merely staring at the fire for extended periods of time. After what seemed to be an eternity, he let out a dry cough and focused his gaze on the young man in front of him.
The villagers had brought a bed for him and placed it closest to the fire. Igimo had tended to him for hours and finally brought him back to life.
Well, he was still alive, but Igimo made sure he wouldn't die.
All of his limbs were frostbitten, and under any normal circumstances, even if Igimo tried his best, he wouldn't be able to use his limbs after this...
However, the youth was regaining sensation in his limbs, and it was due to his own efforts, not Igimo's.
'Now, where did he fall from?'
The old priest thought. The mana within the boy's body was slowly but surely bringing him back to life. He didn't even look to be twenty, but the mana in his body, though not of an outstanding quantity, was of exceptional quality.
It was the reason he had managed to remain alive; whatever mana was left in his body was fighting off the cold, and after Igimo had treated him and brought him someplace warm, it was now fighting off against the Frostbite.
In about three days to a week, the boy would recover fully without any outside assistance. However, Igimo could hasten the process.
'Later...'
He had done the emergency treatment and was tired; he needed to save his strength for the villagers as well. More than half of the children would come up with the flu after the cleanup was done.
Igimo took a deep breath, and just then, the doors to the church burst open as Ian walked inside, guiding some snow with him to warm halls. He took off his coat and approached Igimo.
He had just returned from sorting some urgent matters and leading Tirmi to the stables. Rubbing his hands together, the Wolf-Man informed.
"Ravu is back and is getting an earful from his wife. Please do a checkup on him later, priest."
Igimo nodded.
"How was he?"
"Cold, but alive."
Ian's eyes darted to the young man by the fire as he stated.
"In a much better condition than this one. How is he now?"
"Alive, he'll be fine in a week at most."
Ian sat down by Igimo and observed the young man. There was an expression of shock and respect on his face. Previously, he hadn't noticed it, but now?
As a warrior himself, it was easy to see that the young man was trained; while not overly muscular, it was like he was molded from clay to fit a certain criterion.
"What do you see?"
Igimo asked as he noticed the look in Ian's eyes, the wolfman merely shrugged.
"A body built for endurance, and some speed. He's the opposite of me and Ravu."
"His mana quality is outstanding as well, and it's not one he had from birth; rather, he cultivated it for a long period of time, perhaps from childhood."
Igimo added, and Ian's eyes grew wide; however, shortly afterward, alarm rose.
"... Nobility?"
Igimo let out a loud laugh, slapping his thighs.
"Oh, please, other than the Sanctum Dragonis or the Beastly Aris, do you think any noble brat would train to this degree? Most of them take up magic. I was the same."
While Ian wanted to agree, he couldn't deny that the man below was the picture-perfect image of a noble. Flawless blonde hair and a chiseled face, He was tall as well for a human, and fairly handsome.
Igimo noticed the concern on Ian's face and assured the man.
"Fret not, I already consulted with the Beast God. Bring Ravu here, I want to ask him where he found this man."
Ian nodded, although with a scowl on his face, and walked away. Clearly annoyed that he had to go back into the cold again. Igimo urged him away, gazing at the fire after he had left.
Igimo closed his eyes and lay down on the floor, using his hands as a pillow for his head, and waited for Ravu to arrive.
He had questions and doubts.
The god of Beasts, His god, had said something interesting about the young man.