***
The next day.
Telmarian Tribe Village.
Slowly, Ethan opened his eyes and saw himself lying weakly in a wooden room, with a simple architecture that looked like a traditional house.
When he tried to get up, pain shot through several joints in his body. Ethan winced a little, feeling more sore than in pain.
Where am I?
That was the first thing that crossed his mind when he realized he wasn't in the village, but instead in a house with traditional architecture.
Compared to the design of the Blood-Cursed Tribe's village, Ethan found it somewhat similar. That led him to another thought.
Could the Blood-Cursed Tribe have saved me?
Impossible. Their aggressive attitude toward outsiders means they wouldn't have saved me just like that, especially since Risa isn't here.
Ethan tried to sit up on the bed, leaning his back against the wall. He was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, his wounds had been healed, and even the scars were gone.
What actually happened?
