Xiao had come to your aid. Fending off the enemies with ease, but he wasn't day enough for one of them... One of them stabbed and slashed Xiao's back with what looked like...a cursed sword... Xiao struck him down... You, the Traveler, lifted yourself and your sword, eyes wide seeing him. Dark red blood poured from his back, seeping into his clothes. "Xiao...?" He stumbled, holding himself up with his spear. "I'm... Fine." He was reluctant, stubborn, cold. He didn't want your help... The gash seemed to expand, with a dark glow to it from the sword... He couldn't heal it...it was only getting worse...