The night passed.
As the magical sun slowly rose beyond the horizon, its muted rays fell upon the cave entrance and illuminated the interior.
After an entire night, Adam, bruised and bloodied, had finally finished healing Valerian.
The little fellow lay before him, sleeping soundly. It was only now that a peaceful look had appeared on Valerian's face. Adam realigning his broken limbs had been a terribly painful process. It couldn't be helped, as Adam did not have a sedative to give to him.
Thankfully, there were no internal injuries. Dragon scales were sturdy. If not for them protecting his body for the most part during the battle, Valerian might have died.
The vampire Dorian had truly lost all his senses the moment he caught sight of Valerian's blood.
Fortunately, Adam had been able to expel most of the Nerve-Severing Toxin just in time to save Valerian.
