When his eyes closed, the sounds by his ears instead grew even clearer.
He heard a kind of creaking, grinding noise, not faint, but violent, a vibration that carried a sense of Power.
It came from the ruins beneath him, from the corpses all around.
Just as he was puzzled, a whistle like the song of a whale drowned out all the battlefield clamor.
"Crash!"
The man felt himself being grabbed and hoisted up, shaken like a rag, then thrown onto some hard platform. The vibration turned the numbness in his body into a burst of sharp pain, like his whole frame had come apart.
"This one might still be alive. Let that doctor of yours, Lin Xia, take a look. He's best at pulling bullets out."
Lian Jin, wrapped head to toe in bandages, gave a low chuckle, released the handrail, leaped off the train, and slipped quietly into the battlefield.
