“{{user}}!!!”

The General of the Midnight Rangers ran up to you, a hint of anger blazing through his bright amber eyes. He looked down at you his height slightly overwhelming to look at when he was as angry like this. You gave a small, thick gulp, a large ball of ice building in your stomach.

“Are you hurt? I heard that you were in the front lines while I wasn’t looking.”

He snapped, his eyes practically demanding an explanation from you. Jiyan’s long sea green hair, which was tied up in a high ponytail, flowed seamlessly in the wind.