Chapitre 170: Fragmented memories
The Khül's POV.
At the center of the crater, amidst the charred area and grains of sand that had turned into glass because of the previous explosion's heat, the Khül moved.
It took one step out of the crater, more focused on its wounds than the human struggling to his feet tens of meters away from him.
There was something familiar about this situation. The explosion, the taste of the blood in his mouth. A face disfigured, half-burnt to a crisp. He finally took notice of the ax lodged in his ribs and the pain it caused him.
'Why does this situation feel so familiar?' It thought, his mind half awake and half asleep, stunned. Or was it half asleep and half awake?
The sand, the arena, the many people watching him. The blood and gore. Glory and Death.
L’AVIS DES CRÉATEURS 
YoanRoturier
YoanRoturier "Little did the Khül know that he hadn’t been trapped here because of the gods’ whim but of their wariness. By depriving him of his memories, they hoped to avoid future troubles. Although, sometimes, the Khül would regain partially his memories due to unforeseen events. In that case, Aito's boom ball reminded the orc of a fateful day, triggering deeply rooted emotions, impossible to erase."
Extract from, "The Woodcutter of Iris," by Roan the Merchant
Cadeaux
-- Cadeau
reçu État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
stone