As Aizel continued his expedition, David and his group met in the orphanage's basement hall.
David sat in the center of the underground hall, his battered and wounded body drawing the attention of everyone around him.
He seemed unfazed by his missing arm and the bandages that covered it. He didn't want any healing potions because he knew they didn't have anything that could bring back his severed limb.
"That was a close call, David. We lost many men." one of the hunters said.
"Yes, even though we are dealing heavy damage, we are also losing many members. In this way, the group's morale might waver at any time," another one said.
"I know, that's why what I am going to plan now will be the final big plan" David replied.
"What do you mean 'final' David?" Alizza said.
"I am on my last straw; I can feel it. But don't worry, I will give this kingdom a blow."
"And how will you do that? You are not even in a condition to fight."
Creation is hard, cheer me up!