Khaisang's knees burned against the stone.
Every instinct inside of him screamed at him to stay down, to yield, to find ways to run and survival.
But Gu Zhen's shrill curses, his screeching voice grinding into his ears, left him no choice.
He was a hired protector. A Nascent Soul master! HE COULDN'T, NO.. HE WOULDN'T BE REMEMBERED AS A DOG WHO COWERED.
He bit down, forcing his trembling legs to move. The air was thick, crushing, but he pushed.
He rose, inch by inch, muscles straining as though lifting mountains.
His hands found the hilts of his twin swords, his breath tearing from his chest in ragged gasps.
Stand. Stand, damn you! Show them the strength of Khaisang!
He planted one foot forward, dragging his body upright through the storm of Fang Yuan's killing aura. His vision swam.
His teeth bared. His heart roared.
"AHHHH!"
And then he saw it.
The courtyard had somehow tilted. His body even seemed to sway strangely.
