Bab 82: Cornered!

Caught in a desperate situation, with the Executors hot on his tail, Gorak seeks for options. 

The fierce battle wound on his chest had reopened and was spilling some of his blood, along with his aura. 

He had torn off some fabric of his white clothing to stop the bleeding, but still, the soaked piece smelled of blood, allowing the Executors to very easily pick up on his trace by the unique DNA of his aura.

Now he has nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide, with the Executors right on him.

If he doesn't find a place to seek refuge soon, he would be recaptured and reimprisoned in the Hold!

All out of options, Gorak's brain goes into a panicked overdrive until suddenly, it hits him. 

"Asylum! That's right!" 

He did have a place to go! A secure place where the Executors could not reach him…

He had nowhere to go, nowhere to run except... 'to Him'!"

"At this point, only 'He' can hide me.", murmurs Gorak, deep in thought.