As a scholar, seeker, and alchemist, Duwa had never been on a battlefield or involved in combat. Throughout his life, Duwa had always hidden in safe places, conducting his secret little studies.
Hot air currents and cold winds slapped his face simultaneously, and waves of pain coursed through his body as a trickle of blood oozed from his nose.
"Get up quickly!"
Someone roared in Duwa's ear, and then that person yanked Duwa to his feet.
Duwa felt as if he could not sense his legs, yet he stood there stiffly, surrounded by fire and death, and he began to regret this journey.
He was not suited for this; he was just a pure scholar. No matter what, he could not handle these dangers. This outcome was the manifestation of his miscalculations.
Duwa felt like he was going to die, then a loud slap landed on his face, rescuing him from the chaotic thoughts. In an instant, the blurred sounds and images became clear, and Duwa saw Palmer shouting at him.
"What are you daydreaming about?"
