Outside the forcefield, Huno spoke into his mind, "How's Master? Father?"
A hologram appeared before Huno, showing Seojun's vital signs. The readings were unstable, and Huno's eyes widened in worry. "Master is in critical condition."
Inside the forcefield, Seojun was barely holding on. He collapsed to the ground, rolling away just in time to dodge Nerathiel's sword thrust. His clothes were stained with blood, and his breathing was labored. His stomach was injured, and every movement sent sharp pains through his body.
Nerathiel's sword had embedded itself in the ground where Seojun had been moments before. Seojun struggled to his feet, using the sword as support. He could barely stand, his body trembling with exhaustion. 'My body can't keep up anymore,' he thought, trying to push through the pain.
Nerathiel, watching Seojun with an intrigued expression, spoke, "Your swordsmanship is impressive. Who taught you?"
