The first time Taylor met Walter, she was horrified by his pitiful appearance.
She had never seen anyone so emaciated, as if only a skeleton wrapped in skin remained...
"Are... are you still alive?"
Taylor, who had wandered into the ruins by chance, unexpectedly found a young man curled up in a broken corner, his frame skeletal.
At first, she thought he was a corpse, but then he painfully opened his cloudy eyes.
"H... hungry... so hungry..."
A faint, cracked voice escaped his parched lips.
Taylor's heart tightened, and she immediately knelt down, gently channeling her shadow mana into his body.
After a moment, the young man regained some strength and struggled to sit up.
"You... you're a wizard, aren't you?"
Feeling the warmth flowing through him, the young man stared wide-eyed with reverence.
For someone like him, a lowly refugee, a wizard with extraordinary power was an unattainable being.
But Taylor simply shook her head.
"Eat something first."
