Soon

Leonel breathed in and out slowly. 

His body was a complete mess. One of his arms had his entire tricep stripped off. Out from his back, there were at least a half dozen arrows and a broken spear sticking out of him. His face was covered in such a dense drizzle of running blood that one would have thought that it had been raining red earlier. 

Every breath felt like he was inhaling scalding iron, and his body was teetering on the very edge of collapse. And yet, he was still standing. 

In those moments, he had forgotten about everything. Almost like he was the iron being tempered in flames, he allowed the pain to wash over him, suffering countless blows, injuries, and horrors. 

With his normal body, these injuries were nothing. But with a body suppressed to the Third Dimension, it was a miracle that he was even standing at all. 

And yet, he was. 

The silence hung palpably. Even until the end, those of the city didn't know how to react.