With one last shot, the enemy was entirely wiped out. There were light injuries and no casualties amongst KorTac, a huge win.

With a collective cheer, everyone rushed together to hug their companions victoriously.

Oddly enough, your shirt felt wet. You gazed down at your side, blood caking your shirt and oozing down your pants. You've been shot.

König, who held back to make sure you were alright, knitted his brows underneath his sniper hood before quickly realizing what happened.

"No..."