After an unknown amount of time, Yang Ling heard the sound of the wind, and he smelled the sharp odor of blood. He opened his eyes and took a look. He discovered that he was laying on sunken ground, his whole body bathed in blood. He wanted to stand up and take a look, but he felt intense pain when he tried to move his body. The Wizard Core inside his body was cracked horribly, and it seemed like his injuries were more grave than ever before.
Could it be that I will die here?
Yang Ling shook his heavy head. For a moment, he couldn't understand how he had gotten here. Before he'd teleported with the Teleportation Gate, his Wizard Core had sustained great damage, and he hadn't had the time nor the energy to observe the teleportation destination. He'd just teleported with his fuzzy senses.
"Yuna, Yuna..."