Blood continued to flow from his wounded leg and hand, and his face throbbed from the scratches of previous battles. He knew he needed help and quickly. Gathering all the strength he had left, he managed to stagger towards the person who had just saved his life.
The stranger approached him cautiously, lowering the bow and arrow. Their face was concealed by a hood, making it impossible for Xingzi to discern their identity.
"Thank you," Xingzi managed to utter, his voice hoarse from the pain and exhaustion.
The hooded figure nodded in acknowledgement, their silence adding to the air of mystery surrounding them. Without a word, they gestured for Xingzi to follow, offering assistance in his moment of need.
As Xingzi followed the hooded figure through the desolate city, a sudden wave of exhaustion washed over him. His body, battered and wounded, could no longer resist the pull of weariness. His eyelids drooped heavily, each blink becoming a struggle to stay awake.
