Chapter 91: The Survivors

Valentius looked at the bone pit before him. There were humans there.

Sick, dying, with glassy eyes.

Lying amidst the dead and rotting.

"Ten generations is too small a number," he whispered under his nose. Still, he jumped down. If he had to take them out of the pit, so be it!

He took hold of a woman, who looked as if she had been smashing her head against something for hours now. Her fingernails were gone.

Valentius wanted to throw up. Why did the goblins do such a thing? Why torture a woman?

He let some of his water mana inside her hands. There was little he could do. He wished Albert were by his side. The blonde could have healed these people.

The only thing he could do was to take them out of the pit before they succumbed to infection. Before they turned into vengeful spirits.

The woman let him carry her out. She only closed her eyes as soon as he placed her on the ground. Valentius forced himself down the bone pit.