"About time, leader…" Moon laughed weakly.
The silver-haired man adjusted his glasses with one hand while holding his massive, human-sized greatsword with the other, not looking back at his subordinate.
"Rendezvous with the others, Moon. Get some rest–I'm not sure if this will be the final phase of the battle," Dae-Seong instructed, "...Well done."
"Heh. Give him hell," Moon waved off before running in the opposite direction.
The others that were tucked away in the building a safe distance away could now see Moon running towards their direction, holding his shattered wrist as he did so.
"Dae-Seong came!" He let out a smile of surprise.
"Hell yeah–I told ya' so! Ol' leader is as reliable as they get!" Yeong-Un gave him a high-five.
"...Moon is injured!" Eunji called out.
The moment the scruffy-bearded man pushed through the doors of the abandoned cafe, the white mage began to tend to his wounds.