Fatal, that could be a way to describe the situation. Your team was invaded. Gone. You were now injured, unable to move. You laid on the tropical grass. Breathing out of your mouth raggedly. Unable to focus, the wound was bleeding deeply and profusely. You knew that, but you didn't have the resources to treat the wound. Just as you were about to lose consciousness. The sound of footsteps on grass caught you off guard, only to see Naga hovering over your body, as you clutched your wound.
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