Kai moved through the quiet streets like a shadow, his steps light despite the pain coursing through his body.
His home wasn't far, but every inch of him felt the weight of what had happened.
The explosion had nearly killed him. If not for the system, he would have been nothing but ash buried under that rubble.
As he reached his formal house, he exhaled slowly and pushed open the door. The familiar scent of home greeted him, but there was no comfort in it. He staggered inside, shutting the door behind him before leaning against it.
His uniform was torn, blood dried over his chest and arms. The pain had dulled, but it was still there—a constant reminder that he had been seconds away from death.
At that moment he moved toward the mirror, studying his reflection. His face was covered in dust, small cuts littering his skin.
His body was a mess, but he was alive.
[Healing complete.]