In the dimly lit makeshift shelter, Johan sat with his back against a wall, his wounds being tended to by other card masters and survivors who had also suffered losses during the relentless battle. The air was heavy with the scent of blood and sweat, and the low murmurs of pain and exhaustion filled the air.
As the others worked on patching up his injuries, Johan's eyes remained fixed on the entrance to the shelter, his gaze distant and contemplative. The memory of Ken's sacrifice lingered in his mind, a constant reminder of the price that had been paid to protect Milkua City.
'He saved my life,' Johan thought, his jaw clenched tightly. "Ken gave everything for me, and I can't let his sacrifice be in vain."
