When Baybars arrived beside the Fifteenth Ward—who were poised to fight their first battle of the month—his breathing had yet to settle. He was sweating so heavily that the collar and cuffs of his garments were visibly drenched from afar.
"Kapo, are you alright?"
Sam knew he wouldn't see Mel walking beside him, but he didn't expect the man to look like such a wreck. The Kapo had gone down to invite Mel to the skirmish before, but he had never returned from the dungeon in a state like this.
"I'm fine! Let me catch my breath for two minutes, then we'll head toward the battlefield!"
Baybars sat on a nearby rock, his head bowed, his eyes fixated on a single spot on the ground. He could finally understand why other people went mad in the dungeon that Mel emerged from every morning looking as if he had just been reborn.
