"Edward? Are you fine?" Henry peeked into the tent of the young Lieutenant General Frigs. Only a part of his face, from the hair to the eyes, was visible to Frigs that stuck out from the side. Visible by Frigs himself, that was sitting on the floor on a mat with a paper in his hand.
A few seconds passed and although it was visible for Frigs, he didn't notice one of his officers peeking at him for that period of time. And It that short period of time as well, his clench on the paper became harder and harder and harder, but his face was straight as he read the paper inside his mind and silently.
Blood started coming out of his hand, fingernails were piercing deep into his flesh and in the end, he crumpled the paper and threw it aside. Henry has no time to act as it was happening in front of him just for a few seconds.
After seeing the blood, however, he said to the nearby soldiers, "Grab someone with medical experience!"
