The Scottish Kelketuk

It took quite some convincing, but the ten-meter long Kelketuk finally agreed to accept some help. He was hurt throughout the recent battles, and was close to death, despite having the strength to stand on his own eight feet. Chewing through the rocky limbs of those Giant Mana Guardians, had been a physically taxing task, no matter how muscular the beast itself was. Some of his bones were cracked, and quite likely, he could bleed to death because of the wounds on his claws alone, if instant measures weren’t taken.

Timothy felt sympathy towards the demonic basilisk, so at some point, he had even commanded it to accept help, which sounded cruel, but dying from blood loss was even more so. The Kelketuk couldn’t heal itself, as dark mana wasn’t commonly used to heal wounds, no. He wasn’t going to allow for a loyal companion to die on his watch!

“Feeling better already?” He asked, and the Kelketuk simply nodded.