<center><span style="color:purple;font-weight:bold"><big><big>'''Jena Year 2474'''</big></big></span></center>

<center><span style="color:purple;font-weight:bold"><big><big>'''Jena Year 2474'''</big></big></span></center>

Pü was finally free. Free to go home to his loved ones. Unfortunately, the fight had not left him unharmed, and the resurgence of pain shattered these positive thoughts. The young Zorai sat up and examined himself: his legs and pelvis were blistered, his skin was superficially slashed in many places, and a third of his right hand had been severed, deprived of his little and ring fingers. It is while looking at his mutilation that he realized that his fire spell had completely cauterized his stump. In addition, four of his ribs were broken. But in the end, all things considered, he was doing pretty well. And above all, his present pain was nothing compared to what he had experienced a few months ago, during the growth of his mask.

Pü was finally free. Free to go home to his loved ones. Unfortunately, the fight had not left him unharmed, and the resurgence of pain shattered these positive thoughts. The young Zorai sat up and examined himself: his legs and pelvis were blistered, his skin was superficially slashed in many places, and a third of his right hand had been severed, deprived of his little and ring fingers. It is while looking at his mutilation that he realized that his fire spell had completely cauterized his stump. In addition, four of his ribs were broken. But in the end, all things considered, he was doing pretty well. And above all, his present pain was nothing compared to what he had experienced a few months ago, during the growth of his mask.