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Darius watched the exchange between Wei Dong and God Tone, unable to resist walking over from behind Wei Dong. A teasing smile played on his lips as he joked, "Ha! It's quite rare to see you two, The Two Brothers, having such a normal interaction. It's truly surprising!" His tone was light, seemingly trying to ease the heavy atmosphere.
As he spoke, Darius reached out with his strong arms and roughly pulled God Tone up, disregarding the wounds on his hands. God Tone winced in sudden pain, unable to hold back a cry of "Ah! It hurts! It hurts!" The sharp exclamation made the situation slightly awkward.
Seeing God Tone's reaction, Darius couldn't help but gently tap him on the head, half-jokingly and half-seriously saying, "A real man shouldn't whine all the time!" Although his tone was stern, there was care in his eyes, as if encouraging God Tone to face difficulties with more strength.
God Tone felt Darius's sincerity and concern. Though he still found the pain in his hands unbearable, he understood that Darius meant well, which strengthened his resolve for the battles ahead. Wei Dong watched this scene from the side and also smiled, feeling the unique bond of camaraderie between them.
Listening to Darius's words, Wei Dong couldn't help but smile slightly, his tension easing a bit. Darius looked around at the mess and added, "But seriously, you both fought beautifully in this battle. Watching such a powerful enemy being subdued one by one almost made me want to grab some popcorn."
Wei Dong chuckled in response, "Darius, thanks for your teasing; it really lightens the mood. But next time, let's skip the popcorn and go for some good wine instead."
Darius nodded, a serious expression crossing his face. "It's a promise—good wine after our victory."
Amidst the commotion of the medical team rushing in, Sunan was carefully placed on a stretcher. His back injury prevented him from sitting up; he could only lie down as they carried him away. Pain was etched on Sunan's face, and every jolt of the stretcher elicited pained groans from him. God Tone and Wei Dong followed closely behind, watching Sunan's condition with concern.
Seeing The Two Brothers approach, Sunan managed a pained smile despite his suffering. With a hint of resignation in his voice, he said, "Damn it! You guys really know how to stir things up wherever you go..." His voice trembled slightly, revealing just how unwell he was.
However, a look of gratitude quickly replaced his pain as he softened his tone further. "But well done, Wei Dong; you've worked hard... And you too, God Tone; you saved us all." Sunan's gaze was filled with genuine appreciation as he spoke these words. Even in extreme pain, he expressed deep gratitude and respect for The Two Brothers.
God Tone and Wei Dong felt warmth wash over them at Sunan's words. Tears glistened in God Tone's eyes from emotion while Wei Dong nodded in acknowledgment. Their silent exchange was filled with unspoken understanding and support between brothers. In that moment, regardless of what lay ahead, they knew they would always stand together on the same front line.
Before the soldiers lifted the stretcher away, God Tone tightly grasped Sunan's hand and said with a mix of teasing and sincere emotion, "Damn! You're really something else!" His voice carried a lighthearted laugh even as a tear slipped from the corner of his eye—his feelings were complex yet genuine.
Sunan wore a mocking smile tinged with pain as he faced God Tone's emotional outburst. Half-jokingly, he retorted, "You're so disgusting! Did a rock knock your brain loose? You should go see a doctor later!" Sunan's tone was light, attempting to ease the tension of the moment with humor.
Just as God Tone was about to respond, a soldier intervened, speaking firmly yet politely, "Excuse me!" He then forcefully lifted the stretcher and began moving quickly toward the Medical Area. God Tone had no choice but to release Sunan's hand, watching helplessly as his friend was carried away, filled with reluctance and worry, yet knowing it was necessary for Sunan to receive treatment as soon as possible.
At that moment, as Sunan was taken away by the soldier, God Tone felt an indescribable emptiness and helplessness wash over him, as if a part of his life force had been lost. His gaze followed Sunan until he disappeared into the crowd and beyond the doors of the Medical Area. In that instant, God Tone felt the harsh reality of war; every injury to a comrade was a thorn in his heart, each drop of blood piercing his soul.
In this trial between life and death, God Tone deeply realized how precious camaraderie and trust among comrades were. He resolved that no matter the cost, he would protect everyone around him and safeguard their lives and happiness. This was his duty as a warrior and his promise to friendship.
As Boyev's voice rose in panic and anger, he shouted loudly, "I demand medical attention! Look! My leg is bleeding! Hurry up... I'm the head of the Natanja Family! I demand medical care!" His voice echoed through the battlefield's wreckage, trying to draw attention from those around him.
God Tone exchanged glances with Wei Dong, seeing Boyev's anxious and self-pitying demeanor. They both shook their heads helplessly. Despite being the head of the Natanja Family, Boyev's previous actions and his exploitation of Xiong Wen'an had severely tarnished his image in the eyes of many soldiers and Summoners after this great battle.
The surrounding soldiers seemed deaf to Boyev's cries for help; they were more focused on aiding those who truly needed assistance. To them, Boyev was merely a nobleman using his power for personal gain, not someone deserving of priority care.
Boyev's anger and despair gradually morphed into a sense of powerlessness. When he realized that shouting and threatening would not secure immediate medical help, he could only sit helplessly on the ground, waiting for those who no longer held any sympathy for him to finally decide to extend a hand.
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