"Fuck," Zion said, wiping the blood from his leg and revealing tiny thorns embedded within.
He gritted his teeth, pulling them out one by one while keeping pressure on his veins.
Luckily for him, the wound itself was only surface-level, which would be fine after some bandaging.
"Uriel, status please?" he said, pushing himself off the ground.
[The ship is currently hovering safely above the dense forest,] Uriel started immediately. [As for Host's energy level, it currently sits at 64%.]
Zion nodded slowly, tossing the leftover bandages aside after covering his wound.
He walked up to the control room, glancing outside with narrowed eyes.
Clouds of dust rose into the sky from beneath the massive trees while their leaves shook violently. Yet, none of the trees fell over.
'Thank god I managed to escape,' Zion thought, gripping his armrest tightly. 'Why the hell were there so many of them gathered there?'
