A few minutes has passed by since Kaelen was lying on the cold metal deck. The air around the ship was eerily quiet—Whether that is a good thing or not. His breathing has slowed down a bit, but the pain still throbbed in his side as his muscles were aching from the fight. His vision blurred slightly, and his limbs felt like lead. He could feel the sticky warmth of blood seeping from his wound, the gash on his side was deep and painful, though luckily not life-threatening. His body was battered and bruised, while his armor was slightly torn a bit, its like his entire being was radiating exhaustion.
Just as his eyelids fluttered, a voice cut through the air.
"Kaelen!"
He blinked and turned his head, recognizing the sound instantly. Serephira's voiced was laced with worry, and when he saw her rushing toward him, she looked concern.
Despite the pain, Kaelen turned his head slightly in her direction and gave her a weak smile.
"All in a day's work."
