A few miles away from the distant port, in a trench filled with freezing cold water, a man burst out of the surface, coughing and gasping for air.
"Holyshit!" he cursed loudly.
"The guns are damn dangerous... Damnnn!"
He shivered hard, dragging his half-frozen body onto the icy ground. Blood leaked from a hole in his ribs, and the cold made the pain even worse.
As he lay there breathing heavily, Kael heard the sound of footsteps. His hand twitched toward his waist, ready to fight. But when he looked up, he saw a familiar figure moving through the trees.
Seeing her, Kael muttered inside his head, "Thank God she gave me a rough map to run away in case of emergency..."
The girl landed lightly in front of him. It was Iris. She crossed her arms and stared down at him, her face as cold as ice.
"What the hell did you do?" she asked flatly.
Kael gave a twisted laugh. "Would you believe me if I said it wasn't my fault?"
