The City Of Old Malar

Cross helped himself to the hot chicken soup that had dumplings, carrots, potatoes, and chicken. A piece of buttermilk bread sat next to the hot chicken soup. Cross quickly ate the food. He stood on his feet and cracked all the bones in his body by stretching. He began unwrapping the bandages from around his body. As he walked out of the house he saw the family which helped him. He wanted to thank them. The fisherman turned around and said: " "Oh you're awake!" said the fisherman. " Where am I?" asked Cross. The fisherman stood on his feet and grunted. " You are in Old Malar, the city underneath the grand fancy version of this place." Who are you, people?" I am Gregor and this is my son Carl." " We own this house and the land around it." Why did you people help me?" " Even though we don't have much we always help one who needs help." We saw you in the water." "It looked like you came from a very fierce battle." Cross sighed. " I have to get back to New Malar." Are you crazy?!" asked Gregor. " The Zen's have fierce warriors." Cross sighed. Cross knew Gregor was right. If he challenged Veil again, he would have died for sure regardless of his powerful regeneration abilities.