"Ah! Huitu, this guy, is still alive... However, looking at him, he's not far from returning to the embrace of the Earth Mother."
Red-haired Mique pursed his lips and stepped forward to see Huitu Puapu more clearly. This sturdy boar-like fellow had lost a lot of weight, covered now with swelling pustules all over his body. Like a porous sponge in the Caribbean Sea, a gentle touch would likely make pus ooze out. Despite such severe illness, this thick-skinned guy hadn't died. Beside Huitu lay two other gravely ill warriors, unable to even cry out, only capable of gasping for breath.
"Ana! It's me, it's me! I, the lizard, have returned alive!!"
"Ah Xi? You... you are still alive! And the others?!"
