Chapter 172 Garrett's Return

In the darkness near Wamond Vale's cliffside, a bloodied hand grasped a small tree along the path, pulling itself upward. Harlan, barely alive, managed to crawl onto solid ground, his body drenched in sweat and blood. Though his wounds were grave, and he had lost so much blood, he managed to tear off his outer garments and bandage his abdomen, staunching the flow of blood—just barely. But after tending to himself, Harlan collapsed, slipping into unconsciousness as the night wore on.