Remaining Participants — 51
The number glowed on the crystal display like a death sentence.
Suho dragged Hajun through the chaos, ignoring the fire in his ribs and the warm blood trailing down his arm. His vision pulsed, clear, then blurry, then clear again, each cycle shorter than the last.
I'm running out of time.
Hajun stumbled beside him, still shaking from the near-death experience with Blade Whisper. His mask was crooked, revealing the edge of his tear-streaked cheek.
"S-Suho... slow down... I can't—"
"If you slow down, you die."
Suho's voice was flat. Exhausted. But there was no room for argument.
Hajun shut up and kept moving.
They found a section of the barrier near a collapsed pillar, not safe, but safer. Suho pressed his back against the warm crystal and slid down, landing in a crouch.
His breathing was too loud.
Too ragged.
Hajun knelt beside him, hands hovering uselessly. "Your arm... your side... you're bleeding so much."
"I know."
