Permanent Residency
Leonel walked out of the forest with slow steps. His back was still straight, but his body was covered in blood.
The Regulator had truly not wanted to let him off.
The good news was that at least half of this blood wasn't his own.
The bad news was that that meant the other half was.
There was no escaping it. He was too weak right now, and this world insisted on not allowing him to use his Bow and Spear Force properly.
He had begun his journey of reforging the Weapon Forces. But that would take time. And it also didn't help if he had dozens of enemies being thrown at his face again and again.
By the end there, he almost got stuck in a valley where four different packs of wolves had insisted on attacking him at the same time.
Between carrying and protecting his wife, and dealing with so many enemies at once, it was a miracle that he was still alive.