120 Healing and Anecdotes

I was dying.

Besides a small clear stream, traces of blood diffused along the river. Soran cleaned his wounds grimly, clenched his teeth, and sewed up his injuries with a needle and thread. It was impossible for the hunters to catch up with him after he had escaped for so long. The Sneak ability was also not a joke. If the hunters wanted to track a Roguelike him in the wilderness, they would need at least a legendary profession with tracking abilities. By the time they managed to get down the cliff, Soran had already gotten away for more than a dozen kilometers away and disappeared from their tracking range.

He also made sure that he was at a safe distance first before stopping to mend his wounds.

The stench of blood on him was so heavy that he could to attract other beasts. The most abundant thing in the wilderness were creatures that were very sensitive to the smell of blood.

"Puh!"