Arthur had left the gang camp to go hunting, and everything was going smoothly until a group of wolves suddenly attacked him while he was setting up his temporary camp. The situation seemed hopeless, as there were too many wolves for him to handle. However, for some reason, the wolves eventually left him alone. Arthur was left speechless and confused by the sudden change in the animals' behavior, but he didn't complain. He had bigger problems to worry about, such as his wounds.

He sat down near the fire and grimaced in pain. If the wolves hadn't killed him, his injuries surely would. He lay down and seemed to have already accepted his fate. The attack had been brutal, with his torso heavily injured and blood pouring out.

Just when it seemed like he had reached a dead end, something unexpected happened. Something shiny materialized before him, its bright glow catching Arthur's attention from the corner of his eye. Despite his struggle, he managed to sit up and there it was - an... an angel?!