Chapter 118

"...ther...ay...?" A voice, slowly woke Fares up from his slumber. 

His eyes opened slowly as his brain could hear the voices of people talking in the background, however, he still was not able to make what the chatter was about. 

"Yes, my dear Moor. He is going to be okay. I do not know how he got himself into this state, but for some reason he was not dying even though his injuries should have killed any living being." An old lady said with a distant and thoughtful look on her face as she described the scene she was witnessing.

Not long ago, her granddaughter, Moor, and her husband, Merc, brought back a human being and some giant but dead beast, that they kept in the backyard of the two-story house, for obvious reasons. 

Even though the beast was injured almost as much as the human, somehow the human was the only one alive. This got her thinking, how could a human possibly survive such injuries with their weak physical strength.