By God's grace Mishel and Garrick arrive at the scene before the large Kobold finishes Akatosh. The magic that Mishel cast entangles the kobold immobilizing his movement, allowing Ashalain to end the kobold quickly and fast.

After dealing with the kobolds, Ashalain quickly ran towards Akatosh as he was slowly consumed by death. His eyes are half-closed, tears of blood can be seen pouring from his eyes. Blood and injuries are all that's left in him, whereas blood is what drools from his mouth.

As Garrick and Mishel came to their aid, Mishel whom she revers polymorph herself to her original appearance quickly cast healing magic. She can see that Akatosh's injuries gradually dissipate until he can breathe normally. Though Mishel's magic cannot heal Akatosh broken bones and damaged organs, they had to get him out of this place for Mishel to cast one of her high-class magic or her special abilities.

Garrick then carries Akatosh, while Mishel brings out a scroll of teleportation which soon teleports them to the inn. The place where they once stayed from the last night. It was still midday and when they barge the door, hurriedly they ask the innkeepers for a spare room.

Laid down on a bed, his heart slowly beats to death. And in time Mishel cast her special magic which is called regeneration magic that helps one person's injuries to heal faster and quicker but only applies to physical damage. It took her some minutes or so to finally mend his injuries.

"I cast the regeneration magic, but he seems to be in a dilemma." Reckons Mishel in confusion.

Disoriented, she suddenly notices a vile of endurance where some are broken from their previous battle stock in Akatosh's pocket.

Grabbing one potion Mishel shrug. "He's fine though he might not be up for a day."

"What do you mean?" Ask Ashalain.

"It seems that he overused this potion which overdoses his body. But it also keeps him alive from absorbing those massive damages." Mishel says, showing her the potion.

Relief by her words Ashalain felt guilty for always rushing things out without thinking.

"We'll be downstairs, call us if you need some." Garrick sigh leaving Ashalain, so too Mishel follows him as they descend for a meal or drink.

Looking at Akatosh recovering, Ashalain realizes how foolish of her to just charge things out. By how the shaman outsmarted them. Casting illusion magic, the shaman turns themselves invisible for a small point in time. And it was thanks to Akatosh that both he and Ashalain escaped death.

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Since Akatosh's armor is making it difficult for him to breathe, she gently and gently removes it for him to breathe more efficiently. Striping his armor to further check his injuries, exposing his half upper body covered in scars and burned skin.

"Just who are you?" She was inquisitive.

Remembering when she bridged her powers to him, she felt a very disturbance of his energy. An intriguing void of energy, a complete disorder like a fish swimming through thick murky water.

As her curiosity stretch further, she thought about his bag. Akatosh never let’s go of his sack, even when they are brawling with an enemy, which Ashalain takes an interest in. Removing the bag for her to put his armor on. That's when she lost her words. An acquaintance on what title holds for having a spatial bag, questions filled her.

"Who are you! How come an ordinary man holds a powerful thing like this?!" She conjectures, examining Akatosh and his bag.

A day later, Akatosh finally awakes to his rest but has not fully recovered. He can still feel the slight pain surging through his muscle, bones, and even his organs as if turned to solid stone. He tilts his head, to see Erika without her armor, wearing only a thin gothic dress. She was sleeping on the chair, looking out for him during his recoveries.

To Akatosh's surprise at how he was brought to this place, he looks around. Forcing his body to stand and with little effort, Akatosh manages to lift himself. Ensuing Erika Ashalain to open her eyes. Facing sideways away from her view he slowly tumbles to sleep again.

"Doing like that won't get you off the hook." Ashalain says with a staid face. "Wait here I'll go and get you some food." She continues, treading towards the exit. "And don't do anything stupid, like escaping."

When he heard her footstep faded, Akatosh quickly gathers his strength, looking for his bag. As he tries to walk away, his legs started to shake, trembling to result in Akatosh tumbles on the ground.

"Okay?" He says, forcing his legs to walk, resulting in recovery but barter in the sweaty body.

After regaining his chance to walk, he panicky searches for his bag. Sighting under the bed, opening drawers and cabinets.

Just when he had enough, Ashalain opens the door holding his meal. "Judging by your full of energy, I see you've fully recovered." Ashalain shrug, closing the door.

"Where's my bag?" Akatosh said, looking at Erika Ashalain putting his food on top of the cupboard.

"You should eat first." Replies Erika Ashalain.

Without furtherer ado, Akatosh slowly spoons the food, conscious as possible. This turn Erika Ashalain flustered, gulping a portion of his food. "Do you want me to taste every portion of your food?" A bossy tone coming out from a child.

Once he saw how Erika is, Akatosh became perplexed by this child. Remembering Ashalain's behavior which he familiarizes with Erika's characteristics.

At that time, Erika Ashalain went to get his spatial bag. But when she returns his item, Erika fastens the door, whereas she reveals herself. Dispelling the polymorph, dust of sparkling lights slowly engulfs her, fading her young appearance to her original.

Akatosh couldn't help himself as he watches her aimlessly.