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Moving in a daze, Ji Xiang scrambled to her feet, trying to re-orientate herself while adjusting to the shafts of pain jabbing at her arms and legs. The hazy world of dreams had now morphed into a terrifying-looking beast charging towards her companions. Then, Alri was dashing out with a pair of dancing swords, engaging the monster in combat with insane courage, leaving Sayn lying on the ground, quite out of commission.
There was just a second’s pause before Ji Xiang rushed to the latter, squatting beside her and lifting her into her arms, whispering. “Sayn, hang on there!” She wished she did not have to make this choice, but there it was – Alri would have to die, if need be. It was small comfort that he looked menacing and therefore deserved to die. But… there was no time for all that.
Standing up, holding the unconscious frame not too awkwardly, she began to sprint away, her feet peddling on the ground, slowly treading the air and finally running in mid-air, heading towards what appeared to be a safer direction. As her strong legs carried the two of them away, she heaved a sigh of relief, thankful that she had fully mastered the art of qing gong.
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