Clothed in greyish robe, boots, and tight jeans, are the Hair of the Sun, one of them is handing Arin's flute, as soon as the Barbarians notice it, the group goes after them, chasing the man that has the flute. Now, the Barbarians and the Hair of the Sun are battling in a wide field outside the fort of Nefeilhm.
Damn! How would I secure him? Herve thinks as he's carrying Ashane on his shoulders. His wounds are bleeding terribly.
The flute! Herve catches a glimpse of it on the side of his eyes. Damn! at least the Barbarians should get it. He thinks.
" Ashane are you okay... bro?" Herve asks his cousin worriedly, as he sees him spitting blood. He looks down on his wound, he's terribly losing so much blood.
" This isn't good", he whispers.
Herve looks around, Neji must be near here
