“Riven!” Maeve knelt beside Riven on the ground, albeit slowly, blood still oozing from a cut on his head. Riven’s eyes were closed, unconscious but still breathing.
Now that Maeve looked a little closer at his injuries, it seems that luck was on his side when he landed on the grassy field, instead on the rocky part of the village, and he did not break any major bones. He just suffered from bruises and cuts on his head and other parts of his body, but he will recover.
Thank God…
“Is he okay?” Alexandria approaches them, worry perched upon her face.
“Yes, it just looks worse than it really is.” She grimaces when she saw the marks on Riven’s neck, nails carved narrowly on the side. Some parts of his neck were swollen, discoloration due to rupture of small vessels, a proof of sheer streng
