He remembered every inch of his body feeling as if it were in flames. As the army forces stormed the city, the sound of disheveled footsteps rang in his ears. With great effort, he turned his head in search of his companion, and found that it was they who had pierced his body with a long pike.

He had been betrayed. First by the humans, and then by demons.

Exhausted to the point of collapse, he allowed himself to be bandaged up by someone and tossed onto their cart. The flour stored atop the cart assaulted his nostrils and sent him into a coughing fit. Blood from his wounds stained the area in which he lay, and he passed out.

When he woke up, there was a strange human tending to his wounds. He immediately sat up, examining his surroundings and touched his left eye realizing his eye patch was gone. He hissed, "who are you?"

There was no way someone would've just helped him, this had to be a trap. After all, that human would be accused of treason and blasphemy for helping him.