"My spells seemed to have become sluggish, and my body to take forever to recover." Nalrond said. "I stood there, witnessing Dawn burning our village and butchering our people, yet all I could do was remain hidden until my wounds healed.
"The only reason I didn't lose track of time is that I watched the events as they unfolded. It pains me to admit it, Salman, but you are no coward. With your weak mana cores and deep wounds, the only thing you would've achieved by standing up and joining the fight was increasing the tally of victims."
Salman slapped Nalrond's hands away, his snout twisted with fury. He splayed his clawed fingers like he was ready to fight, but then fell to the floor, puking.
The truth about that day and his trauma were clashing in his mind with ruinous effects.
