After lifting his father, Kaleem managed to carry him a kilometer through the dirty road and for another hundred meters through Crutal Kingdom with the help of some Guards and Citizens, to reach the Healers.

He could see the people breaking hundreds of sweats, but Kaleem himself managed to bring his father here without breaking one which got him a whole lot more confused.

"It must be the God of Sources, he heard my cry for help and sent angels." Kaleem thought, that's all he can think of at the moment.

Arriving at the Healers, they've slowly dropped the large man down on the floor, which too took a lot of effort in aims to not hurt him further.

The Healers told everyone to leave the room, including Kaleem. For some reason they didn't want anyone to see their Healing method.

The room includes 4 Ignites and Saleem. They all sat around him, one over his head, one underneath his feet, one on the left side and one on the right.

They grabbed all four of Saleem's limbs and his head too. Concentrating for a moment and releasing a green light which surrounded the man head to toe, keeping the process going for over an hour.

Perhaps this is why they urged everyone to exit the Healing room. These people are a group of two Witches and two Wizards.

How they are living here and how they've got the good name of a Healer is uncertain but now it isn't the time to think about this.

The Healers finally came out of the room one by one and entered the waiting room which is attached to the building as well.

Following the four Healers is Kaleem's father, Saleem. Being 6.4ft tall, he had to duck a little bit to exit through the door but apart from that he seems in top shape. As if nothing happened.

Kaleem ran towards his father and hugged him tightly with tears flowing down his eyes. "I'm sorry."

Before Saleem was about to speak, one of the Healers interrupted and said. "Your father is fine but people are telling me that you carried him on your back."

Another Healer continued, explaining why it ain't supposed to happen. "A small breeze can knock you down but you managed to carry this large man."

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As if these Ignite Healers rehearse to be such a pain in the ass, the third of this group weighed in. "Do you have any idea how you did it? This isn't exactly normal or natural, It defies all laws of nature."

The fourth and yet most quiet Healer of them all, added. "The marks you left on him were almost equal to the wounds on his head!"

Not having a good explanation, Kaleem countered. "I don't have any idea how I did it. Maybe the God of sources heard my cry for help when my own kind didn't!"

Listening them out, Saleem shouted. "You carried me here? But how?"

"We can't even call this magic because such strength doesn't match any form of the 8 kinds of Magic." Added the fourth healer, becoming a bit more talkative.

"I suppose his father's Genes finally came in!" Said Saleem, proud but also in aims to remove Magic from the topic!

Finding no way to hold suspicion, the first Healer excused them. "I suppose, but please visit us soon. We want to see if your strength is the same days after."

The third Healer though, mentioned more pressing matters. "You will need to pay us 50 Gold Coins for Healing you, no rush with it though."

...

Making their way down the Kingdom and entering their home which is connected to one of the few Forges in this Domain.

Normally, Saleem would have put Kaleem's misdoings behind and focus on the fact that he tried to help, but this situation hollers for attention and stabs for action.

For once in a long time, this large man took a good break even though so much time is already wasted because of that whole situation.

Climbing up stairs, so any ears won't carry words like a bird who wants Gold. Pointing at a chair, Saleem requested. "Son, sit!"

Guilty beyond normal, Kaleem slightly shouted. "I'm sorry father, I never meant for this to happen."

Never being a punishing father, he felt surprised how Kaleem is panicking to this extent. Waving his hand to help his son calm down, Saleem butchered. "I know son, I know. I'm well and alive, praise to the God of Sources. But your strength, that concerns me."

Fearing that his father will think about the worst, Kaleem assured. "I never met a Demon, I promise. Maybe I'm cursed by one!"

Not wanting for this conversation to have such a painful turn, Saleem repeated a few times. "You aren't cursed."

And afterwards pitched, "Maybe it's a new power blessed by the God of Sources, maybe there is a new Source."

Taking a deep breath, sucking in the snot. Kaleem asked, "A new one?"

Quite sure of himself and everything he is talking about, Saleem added. "Yes, maybe. I know for a fact that you didn't interact with any Demon, that's just Chapel propaganda to make Ignites look bad."

"So… Ignites aren't Demons from the depths of hell?" Asked Kaleem innocently, he is used to hearing these words over and over.

Feeling a bit dumb as a father, allowing his sun to grow with such thoughts, Saleem ensured. "Of course not, they are nothing but ordinary people. If anything the illustratios would be connected to Demons, they killed and raped Ignites for dominance."

Realizing that he might have neglected his responsibilities as a father, Saleem also asked. "I hope you didn't offend or hurt any Ignite son."

With another preview when he thinks about the Ignite race, Kaleem swiftly spoke. "I do not like them, but i never did anything to hurt them either. Because they were nice to me."

Satisfied, Saleem moved to more pressing matters. "I'm about to tell you something. I'm not going to lie, this will be shattering."

With such power apparently blessed from another Source, Kaleem felt a bit tougher now so he spoke. "Father. Whatever it is, i can handle it!"

Hesitant, letting silence stretch for well over a minute now. Saleem finally explained, "Alright son. Your mother, she was an Ignite!"