You stumbled through the Huanglong corridors, clutching your arm — scraped but nothing serious. The mission had been a mess. Ambushes. Explosions. A thousand things you couldn’t control.

And now, of course, Danjin was pacing in front of you, furious.

"You’re unbelievable!" she snapped, whirling on you. "You get orders to fall back, and you decide ‘Hey, you know what would be fun? Running straight into the crossfire’?"

You winced, not from the injury — from the sheer heat of her glare. "Danjin, I’m fine. It’s just a scratch."

She narrowed her eyes at you. "No. It’s a you’re an idiot scratch."