Min Yong-sun went back to the Grand Circle and saw that all battles have ended in favor of the Elites. All that was left was a commotion amongst the panicked and shaken-up town’s people as medics and abled warriors aided the injured and the wounded with the utmost urgency.
“Yong-sun!”
Kim Seung So glided across the circle and gracefully landed on the ground, a few feet away from the person called. The Angel had his Wings retract into his back with a faint glow and quickly walked up to Yong-sun.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Seungso asked, clearly worried.
“I’m alright. Go tend to the others,” Yong-sun waved his hand dismissively.
Seungso glared at what he saw and quickly gripped Yong-sun’s left wrist, barely moving it to prove a point. But it was enough for Yong-sun to wince and show
