"Hajun, focus."
Suho's voice was low, strained. His vision swam again, colors bleeding into each other like Eunji's alter space. He blinked rapidly, shaking his head.
Hajun sniffled behind him, still clinging to Suho's shirt like a drowning man clutching driftwood. "I'm trying... I'm trying..."
"You're crying."
"Crying helps me focus!"
Suho wanted to respond. He wanted to shove this idiot away and tell him to grow a spine. But his head throbbed violently, and the world tilted every time he moved too fast.
The Warrior of Brutality's kick had done damage.
More than he wanted to admit.
He pressed two fingers against his temple, willing the dizziness to pass. It worked for a moment. Then the blur returned at the edges.
Damn it.
Around them, the arena continued its bloody symphony. Steel clashed. Magic flared. Bodies hit the sand with sickening thuds.
The crystal display showed:
Remaining Participants — 78
Eliminated — 150
They had made it this far.
