A warm path of blood followed behind Killian who was breathing heavily. He was clutching the side of his stomach in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding but his legs were slowly giving up. His vision had gone almost hazy... The poor man was in the middle of nowhere. Only a vast grassland surrounded him.

He knew that the guards would soon find him and imprison him when it happens, but he had no more will left. With a loud thump, his body fell on the grass and he closed his eyes slowly, thinking this would be how his life ended.

Though not for long as a shadow stood above him. Killian slowly opened his eyes, trying to at least make out the face of whoever was probably going to end his life... but to his surprise, it was a boy. That's right. A boy.

With a shaky breath, weak voice, and barely any strength remaining in his body, the mercenary spoke.

"Hah... I must be hallucinating, right?.. With the amount of blood I've lost I won't be surprised if this is some trick..."