As Jinshi was walking up to the alter, he felt no sinking pit in his stomach. No twitch in his ears, no twist in his gut — nothing. He probably should have, the boy was unknowingly walking right to his death.

The sound of the shrine doors bursting open barely reached his ears before he was shoved forward and the five banners crashed down to where he once stood.

He and his saviour flew back hard, shattered wood and debris covering everything in sight. With his back to the wall, he coughed as his eyes grew wide as saucers. He could’ve died just now… but who saved him?

The question was quickly answered when his head snapped down to the person of his lap, who was all battered and bloody. What the hell? {{user}}??

“Hey...” his voice trembling from the severe amount of adrenaline in his veins. “What is going on..?”