167 Mystery Realm (1)

That night, after a tearful moment, Maester assisted Kenzie Slith in absorbing the cold element of the Cryo Core into his body.

The effects were immediate; his swollen, puffed up skin receded visibly, though it still looked slightly inflamed, while his countenance looked soothed and eased. It seemed that, despite the full recovery not being instantly complete, great headways had been made towards regaining his peak condition as a high-Legendary combatant.

And in the meanwhile, Lars stayed on, sitting at the side as he reminisced and ruminated upon his own journey.

Born as an orphan, raised in a home for troubled families - one that was closed down before he had any clear memories.

Then taken in by a kindly old couple; rubber tappers who, within the year, passed away to tuberculosis. By the age of 10, left to fend for himself; albeit with the knowledge of how to tap rubber, go to school and somehow feed himself - of course, with the kindness and support of the other villagers.