Nightclub VI

Yuliang wasn't sure how long they had been stuck underneath the rubble, but it had to be hours.

Long enough for Linden's red Energy to splutter from exhaustion and for Yuliang to scrounge up his own Energy to support the man.

His arms were broken, and his shoulders had dislocated from the impact, so the pain of moving them was excruciating. So excruciating that Yuliang almost blacked out, but somehow he managed to stay conscious. It was probably all that adrenaline running through his system.

Yuliang's skill with Kinaesthetic Energy was rudimentary at best. Still, it wasn't like they had many options, so he forced his internal Energy to move through his muscles, skin, and bone, strengthening and fortifying them so that he too can bare some of the weight.

He wasn't sure if his assistance made much of a difference, but there was a soft "thank you" from above.

Yuliang just rested his forehead against the solid chest that dipped above him, panting softly through the pain and taking comfort from the solid heartbeat that he felt through the fabric.

In any other context, his actions would be incredibly inappropriate, but Yuliang was well past the point of giving a fuck.

He was just happy that he wasn't the only one alive.