Shang slowly opened his remaining eye, and control came back to his mind.
'Sure enough, I survived,' he thought.
Shang noticed that there was something heavy lying on top of his chest.
It was Sword.
"You survived," Sword said.
"I did," Shang answered. "Thanks to you."
Sword remained silent for a second.
"No problem," it said.
Shang only smiled when he saw Sword.
'While facing death, I was thinking about who would miss me when I died. I was under the impression that no one would miss me,' Shang thought.
'But I was mistaken. There's at least one being that would miss me.'
"How long was I out?" Shang asked.
"I think five minutes," Sword answered.
Shang nodded and slowly stood up. His passive regeneration had already fully healed him.
At that moment, Shang felt a cold wind near his left eye, and he touched it with his hand.
There was only a hole.
