After three days, Richard was still in the hospital. Some strangers had found him unconscious in the middle of the street. When he finally woke up after a long sleep, he found his mother standing beside him. As soon as she noticed he was awake, she exclaimed, "Doctor, he woke up! Darling, what happened to you? I was so worried!" With a scared voice, Richard asked, "You found me in the cave, right?" Jean, noticing his frightened tone, replied, "A cave? There are no caves in Nevada. Are you okay, son? Some people saw you on the street and called the police." Richard shook his head, trying to make sense of it all. "It's okay. I think that was just a dream. But the nurses didn’t see the wound on my shoulder because I didn’t see any bandage on it!" Jean looked him over, saying, "Let me see." She examined both his shoulders and found nothing. "There is no wound anywhere, darling! I think you have to rest after the doctor checks on you." The doctor soon ca

One day before the royal elves departed toward the Corby's group, Tasar entered the room where Richard was still sleeping and sat down, waiting for him to wake up. After a few hours, Richard woke up, startled by Tasar's fixed gaze. Tasar stood up, walked to the door, and closed it, saying, "Good morning. I hope you got a good rest. I want to praise your performance in The Forgegate Showdown, but I'm sorry to tell you this. Tomorrow, you will be escorted to Volsa's Castle because one of our idiot guards overheard the dwarf prince and me talking about you and, of course, The Green Spirit. The dwarf prince was shocked and angry that his voice was heard by the nearest guards." Richard stood up from his bed and walked toward a nearby chair to sit down. "This is unfair, Tasar," he said. "You promised that you would help me, and now I might die along with The Green Spirit. I do not believe that it's my fault that all this happened. Being escorted to a place where everyone hates this Spirit,

Tasar and Varhir stood, uncertain who this man was or which group of outlaws surrounded them. After four days of travel, they believed their journey would proceed smoothly. Yet, here they were, facing their first major obstacle. Scarblade, his face set in a mask of hatred, turned to the group leader. "It's been more than 10 years, you cunt," he spat. "I didn't want to believe the rumors that you were dead after that Nightwalker scratched you. But now, Colton Blankley, I'm more than happy to see you alive with your stupid group. I want to be the one to kill you, not someone or something else." As Scarblade spoke his name, Tasar and Varhir's eyes widened. They realized the gravity of the situation, facing such a notorious person and his group, The Viper Reapers. With small, cautious steps, Tasar tried to make a move, but one of the outlaws struck him on the head, knocking him out. Varhir and Scarblade suffered the same fate. Scarblade, resisting the longest, t