Section 1100: Injury

Canaan could feel his life continuously ebbing away. But there was nothing he could do to remedy it; he could only widen his eyes, trying his best not to fall asleep.

Once he fell asleep, he might never wake up again.

He didn't want to die, even if there was just a glimmer of hope, he wanted to cling to it.

But was there really any hope?

In this remote and desolate wilderness, at a time when humans and demons were in ceaseless conflict, would anyone remember him?

Many shadows flickered through Canaan's mind, those who had affected his life, all emerging slowly like scenes from a scroll. His mother, who suffered discrimination because of him but never complained; his father, whom he wanted to retaliate against yet yearned to be close to... the Serpent Tail Demon who had humiliated him, Pulapa who watched from the shadows... and the shopkeeper who brought him out from the mire of the lower levels.