Bab 120: New Guide

"Huh?" I moaned in pain when my consciousness somehow returned. 

I wasn't wounded, but every last micrometer of my flesh felt as if it was set alight. 

"Don't move too much," a foreign voice reached my ears. 

'Who are you?' 

'What happened to me?'

'Where is the pathfinder?' 

An array of various questions instantly blossomed in my mind, infusing it with panic. Yet, my body had concerns on its own. 

I had no strength left in my flesh, yet somehow my hands started to flail around as if looking for something. 

"Don't worry, your spear is here," the voice said. A moment of rustling sound later, my hands grasped the wood of the weapon I crafted, finally coming to a rest. 

"Who are you?" I managed to utter the first of my questions. 

"I'm the one responsible for picking you up," the masculine voice replied calmly and without even a shred of hesitation.