“Ugh…”
Vartosa opened his bleary eyes and looked around.
As his mind cleared a bit, he felt a pain so intense that he wished he could faint. But he instinctively knew that if he gave up now, he would truly be a dead man.
‘I… right. I fell off a cliff…’
The surroundings were dim, and for a moment, he thought it was night. But when he looked up, he saw a towering cliff and a blue sky between the tall conifers.
‘I was lucky.’
Even though he had protected his body with the tribe’s secret technique, it was miraculous that he was still alive after falling from such a height.
Looking around, he saw the wreckage of the shattered carriage and the horribly mangled bodies of horses beneath it. Naturally, his thoughts turned to the woman who had fallen with him.
‘…What happened to that terrifying woman? Is she dead?’
The silence around him suggested she might be. Although he was in a pitiful state, it seemed he had unintentionally escaped a fierce pursuit.
“Ugh…”
Vartosa tried to move his limbs and get up. But soon, a new wave of pain crashed over him, and he screamed as he collapsed…