Fear began to clamp down on Anathema"s heart as the sun dropped below the horizon. He wandered aimlessly through the barren plains of the Holy Lands and headed towards the vast Jardian Mountains that separated Alcherys and Meraxor.
Fear began to clampNight was setting in and he had nowhere to go. His wounds had stopped pouring and the blood had clotted over the punctures. He had left his wounds to bleed freely to begin with, unsure how to treat human injuries, but when the blood didn"t stop seeping over his clothes, he realized that he needed to do something to stop the precious human life force leaking from his new, fragile form. He"d torn a strip of material from the bottom of his jacket and tied it tightly around his stomach, protecting the wounds, despite the agonizing pain it caused
