"Die, you bastard!"
Sunny's body was thrown backwards on the impact. Heon feared that he would die.
For he didn't get up.
Not right away.
"Is he …" even Azran could only trail off, eyes wide for what she thought to be Sunny's last moment. "But, he can't- right?"
Heon himself was not emitting any sound. Silence, as shock and something unexplainable washed over them.
"Hah!" Azran let out a laugh. She brought one hand to her forehead, "Are you serious right now?"
There was no way Sunny died just like that, right?
"Now," the leader turned towards them across the bubbling magma. Uneasy stare translated well with his glare from under the hooded cape. "Who's next?"
Heon's breath hitched, for the first time since treading in this volcano, a shiver ran through his spine. Hands trembled at what will happen now.
Because if Sunny could die, then what chance did he have?
