The Battle for Leyta

The return of the Founder (1)

The commotion in the alleyway near Dromer was made by a person.

"Somebody, help! There's a person bleeding!!!"

Dromer wanted to keep walking, but the person saw him and shouted:

"Hey! The guy with the yellow sword on his back! Come over here, please!"

Dromer sighed and walked over to them.

"Alright, alright... I'll try to help as much as I can, though... I don't have any healing potions."

Then, he looked at the person bleeding on the ground and his eyes widened.

'What the actual f**k?!' he thought to himself.

The man lying in the pool of his blood had cuts all over his body. His face was skinned, and on some parts of his body, you could only see muscle.

"U-Uhhh... Healing potions wouldn't do any good here, either way, it seems like..." Dromer said with sadness in his voice.

The female who called him overlooked the man on the ground and asked:

"Is there anything you can do?"

Dromer thought about it a bit and said:

"I can try to use advanced healing magic, but... I don't know if it will do anything..."

The woman looked at Dromer in shock because she never knew that there's a higher tier for healing magic.

"Just try to do anything you can, please!"

Dromer nodded and knelt beside the male. He put his right hand on the man's body and started chanting in an ancient tongue that no one knew.

"Jae almighty halagstr avor etta mondavrik, bleth etta follower joth julurbort, idja hja zarmr oz forgive hja yngr! REFTIA DOMINION!"

The whole alleyway lit up with a bright light. The deep rumbling that sounded like voices of the ancients could be heard all over town. The ground was shaking, houses were trembling. All animals started to flee whichever way they could to get away from the powerful spell and the waves it produced.

The rumbling and shaking of the ground went on for three minutes before it stopped. The heavily injured and barely alive man was fully healed and woke up.

"Wh-What happened? Who are you? Where am I?"

"Calm down, sir. I am Dorian of The Sacred Sword. Please, call me Dorian. The lady behind me called for help when she found you here. I performed an advanced healing spell to heal you. No need for compensation. I did what I did of my own volition."

The man thanked both of his saviours and left. Then, the woman thanked Dromer and also left. Dromer, a bit exhausted, returned to his journey back to Gyera, to bring Freed the good news.

When Dromer was about to leave the gates of Ytrea, the guards at the gates both saluted 'Dorian', the saviour of the capital city. Dromer saluted them back and kept walking. Since Dromer wasn't at his peak condition, the journey, which should've taken him about two weeks, would prolong to three and a half.