Vogus, patriarch of the Ankatro Family, was still alive. Though extremely weak, he had finally recovered from the low temperature and mild suffocation. As soon as Andal discovered that the old patriarch had survived the ordeal, he moved him somewhere warmer: beside Hesperis.
Hesperis was standing somewhat helplessly in the middle of the hall. Warm light radiated from her entire body, carrying a power that healed injuries and illness and invigorated the spirit. It was more suited to the current situation than the fierce holy flames of the Demon Hunters or the restless fire magic. The most critically injured Tanans had all been carried to her side, slowly recovering their strength beneath the light of the Goddess of Dusk. It seemed the principle of making the best use of everything applied not only among the oddballs at Hao Ren's home. Other supernatural races and Demon Hunters also knew how to make good use of various supernatural powers. Hesperis had basically become a heater...
Hao Ren and Hassu came to the patriarch's side with the others. They saw the elderly Tanan with pale golden skin slowly open his eyes under Andal's care. He looked around in confusion, seemingly unable to understand the situation yet. "What happened to me...? Who are you?"
"Vogus." Andal took the old patriarch's hand. "Listen to me. Things have settled down for now. These people came to rescue us."
"I'm Hassu, an elder of the Demon Hunters. This is Hao Ren, the head of a supernatural sanctuary in Asia." Hassu nodded at Vogus. Perhaps he had never imagined that one day he would speak to a supernatural patriarch in such a manner. "How are you feeling?"
"I'm all right." Vogus forced himself upright. Drops of condensed water dripped from his clothes. He coughed hard several times, spitting