When the man, his body riddled with cuts and bruises, looked up, Aiwass felt a vibrant vitality emanating from the naked chest, the heavy breathing, and the multitude of wounds overlaying bulging muscles.
A sense of pure "Strength."
— It was the "Ferocity" that had completely vanished in Aiwass's era, a lineage of [Strength] that had been severed.
But at that moment, the man suddenly crashed forward, about to land headfirst onto the ground.
Aiwass was startled and immediately spurred his Pegasus into action.
The Pegasus streaked through the air with a brilliant golden arc, bringing Aiwass to the falling man's side and catching him before he could reach the ground.
"Are you alright?"
Aiwass asked with concern, "What is your name?"
"I'm okay..."
The man's voice was extremely dry and hoarse, as if he couldn't manage to speak after a severe illness, "I am Arthur."