Jin Sung and Brugdath fled the scene as fast as they could, the plan had worked but they didn't know for how long. Entering the grassy plain, Jin Sung took a deep breath before slowly let it out. His blue eyes reflected the sky, while the wind caressed his hair. The mask that used to cover his face was no more, and the phantom suit was now filled with cracks. The grasses stung his wound as he ran, but it was nothing compared to what he felt in his arms. But no matter how painful it was, Jin Sung ignored it, he had to.
"We need to return and evacuate the city," Jin Sung said. Their earpieces had been destroyed in the explosions, so they could not contact anyone
"Yes," Brugdath looked at him, this was the first time he saw Jin Sung's face. He had expected the man to be young, but still...
