Pride

Otherside, in a small wooden house, a man whose body was almost completely covered with wounds and burns. He was lying flat and few healers were working on him to treat his wounds. He was wincing in pain and with his every scream someone's rage was getting its peak. That someone was non another than an old man with rigid muscular body, who was walking forwards and backwards, grunting in both pain as well as in irration.

“How the hell can you be this careless even after knowing that he is the one who saves her every time??” said old man gritting his teeth in anger that was visible with his blood shot eyes. Well, he was irritated because his son couldn't win against his bloody enemy. He used numerous tricks still he failed to achieve the main thing.

“Father, I am sorry. I wanted to reach him as soon as possible. And the only way to reach him was that human girl. I wanted to finish our leftover business", said the man who was laying on the bed in pain and agony.