Wounded

A ferocious will propelled Asiris as he sliced through the ranks of the naive Ikes. By keeping tabs on their whereabouts, he was able to foil their schemes before they had started. Quick and accurate strikes from Asiris slashed and diced the Ikes before they could even carry out their lethal movements.

Even as this was happening, Micah showed the same degree of mobility and skill by dodging every attack. It appeared as though nothing could harm him because of how precisely he executed his actions. A faraway voice, nevertheless, broke through the din of the conflict.

"We need to send men to the front lines immediately; we need to break the breakthrough!" someone yelled out.

The summons to action pricked Micah's ears. He immediately rallied all of the teens in their group to join the cause. Little did he expect that only Peter would answer his phone. Micah felt a chill run down his back as he noticed that the others were not there.

As he walked over to join Micah, Peter asked, "What happened?"

What Micah described as "a dire attempt by the Ikes to halt a crucial breakthrough" was accurately described. Just follow me.

They were both driven by a feeling of urgency, so Peter didn't waste any time following him. The pursuers, the Ikes, tried to impede their advance, but the soldiers blocking their way prevented this from happening.

"Explain why they would say 'break the breakthrough.'" A hint of wonder lingered in Peter's voice when he spoke out loud.

"I am completely oblivious," Micah confessed. "However, we must determine that very thing."

The swift progress they had been making came to a sudden stop when they watched a massive showdown, a powerful force ripping through Ike's troops. Just looking at it gave them optimism; it was the breakthrough they had been waiting for.

"That's revolutionary!" With a feeling of enlightenment, Peter cried out. We're attempting to divide the Ikes!

"Then we won't squander any time," Micah proclaimed. It was obvious that this was a critical scenario.

Despite Micah's request, the adolescent members of their group were noticeably missing. "What happened to you two?" Micah inquired, his voice displaying a mix of worry and interest.

Xavier grinned, his gaze betraying a tinge of mischief. "Dealing with some menaces." The sight of his sun-stained and battle-darkened sword, which he brandished, sent shivers down the spines of onlookers.

Vienne asked, "So, where are Asiris and Caville?" as she searched the battlefield for their lost companions.

Our momentum needs to remain in our favor, though Micah was unsure. "Then, what's the game plan?" While Peter scanned the battlefield, his thoughts racing, Xavier posed the question.

"Listen up, this is the plan," Peter started, seizing the initiative. We are aware that the Ikes will fall apart in a split. Therefore, it is imperative that we maintain this front. We immediately rush to reinforce any weak spot so that it stays intact. Do you get it?"

Everyone nodded in agreement, their expressions conveying how much they respected Peter as leader. A sudden welling up of bravery and self-assurance washed over him, and he began to believe that triumph was within their reach if everyone did their share.

Once they had their strategy sorted out, they dove headfirst into the breakthrough, where the Ikes were gathered in the thousands, like an unstoppable tide. Following Caville's lead, Peter moved with lightning speed, making his every move appear natural and unnoticeable. He defended himself valiantly, fought valiantly, and sliced through the ranks of Ikes with pinpoint accuracy, leaving no room for injury.

However, Micah took a more understated approach. He expertly parried his enemies' sword attacks, causing them to tire, until he caught them off guard with a fatal blow. Everything was going according to plan; their tactic was keeping the front strong and unbroken.

Each of the princes received backing from Vienne and Xavier, who then went their separate ways. With a shout that boosted the emotions of those around him, Xavier joined Peter in rallying the troops.

Keep fighting, guys! This time we won't mess up! They were re-energized and ready to take on the world after hearing Xavier's words of encouragement.

After Peter praised Xavier, the latter graciously nodded in response.

The ferocity of the combat resounded with every swing and crack of steel as the battle continued. Something very frightening was picked up by Peter's perceptive eyes amidst the mayhem. Instead of the Ikes approaching them, it was Micah who was making strides into their ranks.

Peter's pulse raced, and he turned to Micah in an instant. Xavier, too, felt the approaching threat and drew nearer to offer his assistance. Bravely avoiding attacks, quickly retaliating, and holding their ground in the face of the Ikes' continuous onslaught, the trio battled heroically.

A seemingly insurmountable obstacle suddenly stood in the way of Micah's path to victory. Just as he was about to confront Ike, a searing agony sliced through his belly. His eyesight became fuzzy, and he lost his footing as agony swept over him.

“Help!” In an urgent cry for help, Micah let out a piercingly high-pitched scream.

Just as he was about to fall, he staggered, and Peter took note. He swiftly turned to face Micah, and Xavier followed suit, their resolve to defend their comrade resolute. Their combined efforts were unmatched as they fought valiantly, evading and parrying every assault.

They were almost there, at the goal they had worked so hard for—if Micah hadn't gotten in the way. On the ground, his pale face betrayed the misery he was in. Peter knelt down by his side and yelled out his name in a desperate manner; his heart was breaking.

A doctor! With an impassioned cry, Peter begged for help. Medical professionals hurried over, each armed with a stretcher, as if the situation were of the utmost critical importance.

Due to the severity of his injuries, they had to carefully transfer Micah to the stretcher. Every one of Micah's screams of agony pierced Peter's chest like a blade.

Suddenly, a white-uniformed man came up to them. The voice betrayed his deep concern; it was Asiris.

He yelled out, "Micah!" as he hurried to the side of the hospital bed.

Caville arrived at the scene and asked, "What's happening?" This was her first public appearance.

The medic broke the news that Micah had been wounded by an Arria. His heart has been unaffected by the severe hurt. He must proceed with caution if he wants to survive.

The expression on Asiris's face betrayed a combination of relief and frustration as he let out a sigh. His chaotic emotions were let out as he stomped the ground, sending dirt flying in all directions.

He yelled out, "Why him!" with a mix of frustration and helplessness in his voice.

The presence of Caville was comforting. There will be no problems. We'll protect him. However, the fight is far from over.

His resolve reignited, Asiris let out a heavy sigh. I see your point. Get in touch with that general and get rid of him.

But Xavier didn't hesitate to speak up about his worries. What the fuck! Do you have a strategy for that?

With a firm grip of his blade, Asiris stayed steadfast. "Throughout my life, I have encountered numerous obstacles. Nothing has changed here.