Very Sick

After turning the corner in the tunnel, Blavi and few others waited in the underground city. The important people in the legion were all there, no one was missing. Niya stood in the front with a smile. Black Eleven was with them with crutches. He looked like he could not move easily.

"Anfey, are we good? Can we go out now?" Niya yelled when Anfey was still seven or eight yards away. Niya cared the most whether she could go out. It was torture for her to hide in the dark underground. She dreamed of running out and sunbathing.

"What are you rushing for? Just wait for another two days." Anfey laid his eyes on Black Eleven. "How is your wound?"

"I am fine." Black Eleven smiled and patted his chest hard to show he was doing well.

"Huh, I have not finished yet," Niya hurriedly interrupted. "Anfey, did you bring us any gifts?"

"Gifts…" Anfey thought a little bit and took out an item from his Dimensional ring and passed it to Niya.