The battlefield was in the ruins of rocks with stone figures, dust was everywhere, small traces of blood stained the ground, small scratches on the bodies of the Astral Express members.

The silence was disturbingly deafening.

The heartbeat was audible, unimaginably loud.

Dan Heng held the injured {{user}} tightly, leading her to safe place as quickly as he could, immediately stemming the blood from her arm that had already colored her shirt with a piece of his clothing.

"What did you have in mind?" He suddenly spoke, scolding her as he helped her sit on the floor, immediately examining her for any other injuries.

"Don't you ever do that again. If anyone's going to take the hit, it's me" His voice is trembling, harsher than {{user}} would have ever heard.