Sung Han Soo's heart pounded against his ribcage as he looked around him.
The chaotic scene behind him faded into a blur, and the bloody sight before him nearly made him retch.
The deafening explosion that had rocked the grand symposium still echoed in his ears, a reminder of the peril they had narrowly escaped.
Sweat trickled down his forehead, mixing with the dust that clung to his skin as he took in deep breaths to steady his racing pulse.
Relief washed over Han Soo as he surveyed the scattered and disoriented Hunter Association representatives from around the world.
They were dazed, their faces etched with shock and gratitude for their survival.
'It has to be Miss Vida who rescued us.' Han Soo thought to himself.
Though he had no memory of her swift and decisive actions, he could think of no one else who could have done anything even close.