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Coughing, Polnareff struggled against the pain in his body, making an effort to speak clearly. "God Tone... we should still be in the hall, remember? We were knocked out by the ceiling." His tone was laced with intense anxiety and fatigue.
God Tone touched his head, feeling a sharp pain, clearly having sustained a minor injury from the collapsed ceiling. He sighed helplessly, a hint of self-mockery in his voice. "Damn... this is just ridiculous." Just as he finished speaking, his expression suddenly shifted to concern as he noticed Polnareff's movements.
At that moment, Polnareff's face changed; he felt a warm wetness on his abdomen and instinctively reached down to touch it, finding his hand covered in blood. A moment of panic quickened his heartbeat as he hurriedly checked his wounds. However, when he looked down at his stomach, he realized the blood was not from him.
Polnareff turned in shock to see Sergeant Rad lying beside him, his body twisted in an unnatural way that suggested immense pain from every angle. A tightness gripped Polnareff's heart as he immediately understood that Sergeant Rad had shielded them from the fatal impact at the last moment. There was no expression of pain on Sergeant Rad's face; he lay still, seemingly completely unconscious.
Taking a deep breath, Polnareff's expression grew serious, a flicker of sadness and respect crossing his eyes. He explained to God Tone, "Sergeant Rad took the blow for us at the last moment... he really bore too much for us." His voice became hoarse from coughing and emotion.
In the dim light, God Tone's gaze wandered around the scene until it landed on Sergeant Rad's tragic figure. Rad lay on the ground in disarray, covered in wounds and bloodstains; this sight nearly stopped God Tone's heart. A deep fear enveloped him as he realized he didn't know if Sergeant Rad was still alive or if they had any chance of escaping this chaos and danger.
"Sergeant Rad! What happened? Wake up!" God Tone shouted anxiously, his voice filled with worry and despair, hoping to rouse Sergeant Rad's consciousness. But Sergeant Rad remained motionless, only faint breaths indicating a trace of life. This scene deepened God Tone's despair; he felt overwhelmed by hopelessness.
Just then, Sunan, who was pressed against God Tone's abdomen, suddenly spoke up. His voice was groggy and tinged with annoyance and sleepiness. "Hey! Fat pig, can you shut up? I'm trying to sleep." His words revealed his displeasure at being awakened, completely unaware of the perilous situation surrounding him. Though Sunan’s remark carried a hint of irritation, it provided God Tone with a sliver of comfort; at least Sunan was still conscious, which offered him some reassurance.
Filled with confusion and helplessness, God Tone knew this was not the time to wallow in despair. He had to do everything possible to ensure the safety of himself and others, even if it meant facing greater dangers. He resolved to stay calm and seek a way out of this perilous situation.
Polnareff’s expression was grave; he understood how critical Sergeant Rad’s condition was—every second of delay could pose an even greater threat to Rad’s survival. Amidst the chaos covered by rubble and dust, his mood was heavy as he furrowed his brow deeply, revealing his inner tension and anxiety.
He extended a trembling hand, struggling to navigate through the obstacles of rebar and debris; each inch forward came with immense difficulty. When his fingers finally brushed against Sergeant Rad’s skin, he felt a faint but steady pulse beating beneath it—a discovery that seemed to bring him a glimmer of hope.
Polnareff took a deep breath to steady himself and then mustered the courage to report loudly yet wearily with a hint of relief in his voice, "Rad... Rad is still alive... for now." His voice mixed unease with hope as he tried to offer comfort to those around him while reminding everyone that despite the dire circumstances, there remained a chance for survival.
Deep within him, he was filled with worry and unease. He knew that Sergeant Rad had suffered severe injuries and was still in extreme danger. Even though he had detected a pulse from Sergeant Rad, he understood that this was just the beginning; the challenges ahead would be even more daunting. Polnareff's emotions were complex; he felt a flicker of comfort yet was deeply concerned about Sergeant Rad's fate.
Sunan pushed against the rubble pinning him down, struggling to roll away from God Tone's side. With one hand bracing against the ground and the other clutching his back, he grimaced and let out a pained complaint, "Damn... my back." His voice carried a hint of agony, each word seemingly expelled from the depths of his pain.
Recalling the violent crash of heavy stones from the ceiling moments ago, Sunan's heart raced. Although he had raised his shield in time to protect both himself and God Tone, that immense force had still penetrated the shield, directly shaking his body—especially his back. Despite his best efforts to shield them both, his back had inevitably taken a heavy blow, resulting in unbearable pain.
Each deep breath felt like it was pushing him to the brink of agony as Sunan experienced sharp pain radiating from his back, nearly overwhelming him. He closed his eyes, trying to calm his breathing and allow his body a moment to recover. Though his body had sustained serious injuries, Sunan knew they were still in danger; he needed to regain his strength quickly to face any further challenges that might arise.
In this chaotic scene, Sunan fought to maintain his composure. Despite the pain enveloping him, he understood that now was not the time to relax.
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