The Bloodied Path to Freedom VIII | Plans Set in Motion VI

"Suhei… Suhei is dying," the boy cried as he slid down Hayne's body, tears streaming down his face. Upon hearing this, Hayne's heart lurched, his body seizing with panic.

His gaze shot to Seiya, who had been blasted across the room by the elite with vitiligo. A swirling vortex of wind spiraled from the elite's palm, the same wind that had hurled Seiya away. The wind twisted, pressing against Seiya's chest and pinning him harshly against the lab equipment. Had Seiya's body been that of an ordinary person, the gale would have surely caved in his chest, but being Seiya, a being unlike any other, the impact merely shredded his shirt in a circular pattern.

This one elite proved stubborn and difficult to defeat.

As Seiya slowly rose from the wreckage, Hayne's sharp voice pierced the air. "Seiya, Suhei is hurt! Suhei…" His words cracked with panic, his body trembling.