In an impoverished village within Eldwyn, two men sauntered toward a lifeless figure on the floor.
After poking him several times, they bent to his level and called out to him.
"Karl? Are you dead?"
"Heavens, he must be dead. I asked the locals around, and they said he hasn't moved an inch in the last fifteen days."
"I don't feel a heartbeat either. He's gone."
One of them rubbed his palms together and looked around the frozen ground for a moment before shaking his head.
"The ground's too hard to dig a grave. Let's throw him in the fire along with the trash tonight."
The buff man agreed, but just when they reached out to log him up, the lifeless man suddenly sat up.
Covered all over in thick mud, it was impossible to make out his features beneath the grime on his face.
However, his blue eyes darted frantically around his surroundings.
The next second, he pressed a hand to his chest, then raised it to his eyes.
Blinking twice, he felt his chest and raised it to his eyes.
