Alex, oblivious to the chaos unfolding around him, focused on the task at hand. He knew that he had to save Yuri, no matter the cost. The covenantor, once a symbol of strength and resilience, was now a fragile being, teetering on the brink of life and death.
As he navigated the treacherous terrain, Alex's mind raced. He needed to find a safe place to land, a place where he could tend to Yuri's wounds. He scanned the landscape, searching for a suitable location.
Finally, he spotted a secluded clearing, a hidden oasis amidst the chaos. He guided the car towards the clearing, landing it gently on the soft grass.
He turned his attention to Yuri, who was still unconscious. His face was pale, his breathing shallow. Alex knew he had to act fast. He carefully lifted Yuri from the car and carried him to a nearby stream.
