Fight Until the Very Last!
Berengar sat within the medical tent, back at the forward operating base that had been established on the coast of South Africa. His right bicep had been punctured by the sharp teeth of the highly intelligent leopard and was now being treated by the doctors who had accompanied the German expedition. After suffering the attack, Berengar and his hunting party were forced to withdraw back to the coast.
He was still in confusion after what had happened the night before. However, what bugged him the most was that out of the thousands of lifetimes and their possibilities that he had perceived when he drank from the norn's well, none of them displayed these events that had just occurred.