Balistan, who was sinking into oblivion, suddenly felt an anomaly, as if a hand had abruptly seized him, then contended against the sinking force and even gained the upper hand.
His heavy body no longer sank, and the oppressive feeling from all directions gradually vanished, along with that suffocating sensation...
Balistan snapped open his one eye, taking deep breaths of air. His blood surged through his body, continuously clearing his mind and bringing unprecedented clarity.
"You've done it. You've held the line and led your soldiers to victory!"
"I've done it..." Hearing the familiar voice, Balistan snapped back to reality. This time, he had finally not let everyone down.
"But now is not the time for rest. Hamlet needs you, and I need you too," said Lance, extending his hand to Balistan.
Seeing the Lord reaching out his hand from beside the bed, Balistan gripped it and felt a firm strength pulling him up from the bed.
