A boy with white hair, carrying two heads stood before the shore of the Sylvan lakes, behind him was a trail of gore. The journey must have been more than ten miles, and he had bled through most of it.
The blood he shed alternated between the vivid red of a human's blood and the muddy yellow of an Abomination.
These two opposite natures dwelled inside his body, and instead of the invasive blood of the Abomination corrupting and taking over his body, it seemed to have been stalled.
Every time, the foul blood of the Abomination rose to take over his body, an inhuman resolve from the boy pushed it back.
It could be seen by the white hair on his head, coupled with the heavy wounds on his body, that this boy had suffered far beyond what any human should.
Regolf had forgotten everything, except for two things.
He was starving, and he had to protect Steisa and momma… It was all that occupied his mind.