A Templar

The escape talisman deposited Hugo in another section of the Dark Forest, but not before another dark scythe grazed his left arm.

He was dropped off on a riverbank in a hilly part of the forest. The terraced mountains of Giza loomed above his new location in a direction opposite to the rising sun. Luckily, it was still familiar territory; only a few miles east of the Dark Church outpost.

The pain in his shoulder and arm was almost becoming unbearable. It felt like a red-hot branding iron was being placed on his upper arm. He gritted his teeth and tried to endure the torment but his mind quickly conceded. After only a few seconds, he dropped to the ground, writhing in pain.

He spent several moments trying to get up but soon realized it was futile. But regardless, his need to get away from the enemy remained at the forefront of his thoughts. He was well certain that the old man would not give up after injuring him twice.