A bruised and battered young man made his way toward the temple.
His left arm hung limply by his side, while his right arm held a wooden spear in a vice grip as he relied on it to support most of his weight.
He could barely stand, and his face had lost nearly all of its color.
No, that wasn't accurate.
There were traces of blood on his face, located at the corners of his lips and his right cheek.
Step by step, the young man pushed forward, barely clinging to consciousness.
If an ash Hound or a flame Scarab appeared now, it would definitely spell death for him.
But the very anxious and worried Dim Dim made sure to guide Alex to places without any monsters.
Although it would take them longer to reach the temple, this was still the safest route that the young man could take.
"Dim Dim…"
"Don't worry… Dim… Dim.. I can… still walk."
Cairo had only given his disciple six potions, so Alex endured every hit until his very limit before taking one.
