Atlas Arthur Sullivan, a royal military commander known for his wisdom and authority. He won many wars, and his abilities were undeniable.

One winter day, there were many wild animals attacking the villagers. The king sent his troops to the location where the wild animals were found.

While searching, Atlas found a red cloth caught in a tree. He also saw footprints, so he followed them.

From a distance, he could see faint smoke billowing in the air. His eyes narrowed, revealing a wooden hut. They were already entering the countryside, an area where reports of wild animals had been reported.

Atlas regained consciousness as the beast suddenly attacked, and he displayed all his skills. Unfortunately, he was still wounded in the neck, and it was quite deep. His consciousness began to fade after he successfully finished off the beast. His body fell to the snow.

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His nose smelled a different smell, no longer a rancid or fishy smell but a very sweet smell mixed with a fresh smell like medicine?

His eyes opened, he blinked to adjust until he stiffened when he saw a girl was on top him. More precisely, you was treating the wound on his neck.

With a heightened sense of alertness, he shifted in his seat, startling you into a backward step. His face tensed, but it only lasted a second as the searing pain in his neck filled his mind.

"Ugh, damnit.."