Ty gritted his teeth, feeling the sharp sting of the arrow lodged in his skin. He contemplated unleashing his flas to incinerate the arrows but held back, not wanting to reveal his secret. Almost as soon as he thought it, the arrows disintegrated into nothingness, leaving no trace of their intent to harm.
In the next instant, a man wearing a black mask lay on the ground in front of them, subdued by Gui, who had swiftly overpowered him and now had a knee pressed against his chest. Ty replayed the mont in his mind, marveling at Gui's speed and strength. However, the disintegration of the arrows puzzled him, hinting at a connection to Gui's abilities—or perhaps the mysterious coins.
Ty's contemplation was interrupted as he demanded from the captured assailant, "Where are the rest of the rebels?"
The man in the black mask spat out defiantly, "Screw you! If it wasn't for the Demon, you'd have an arrow in your head right now… you deserve death for what you did to—"
His words cut off as his face distorted, then he collapsed into pieces, leaving Ty and Gui in a montary silence. Gui sighed, a grim acknowledgnt of the escalating boldness among the rebels. "More and more rebels growing bold… to think they just tried to attack the inner city and so close to the prison."
"Let's get you back to the prison before sothing else happens again," Gui suggested, a hint of urgency in his voice.
Ty, feeling the weight of the arrow in his shoulder, reminded him, "... I have an arrow in my shoulder."
Gui glanced at Ty, noticing the blood dripping down his shoulder. His response was cold, detached. "And how is that my problem exactly?"
The brief exchange between Ty and Gui as they approached the prison doors revealed a deeper layer of Gui's character—a mix of resentnt and resignation shaped by circumstances beyond his control. "No, you may not have directly done anything to , but, it's because of you demons that I must suffer in my current situation.
To be ruled by another with no hope or chance of progression… I might as well be a prisoner as well," Gui confided, his voice tinged with a bitterness that spoke volus about his personal struggles and the wider conflicts of their world.
Before Ty could delve deeper or offer any words of understanding, Gui curtly silenced him with a firm "Don't speak." His attention then shifted to Goey, entrusting him with Ty's return to confinent and the safety of the prison from rebel threats. "Goey, ensure he gets back to his cell and make sure no rebels co close to the prison. If you see any, call or back up imdiately."
As he turned to leave, Gui left Ty with a cryptic question, "Do you believe in luck?" The question, accompanied by a slight smile, lingered in the air, leaving Ty in a state of confusion before Gui walked out, leaving no opportunity for a response.
The ntion of luck by Gui-Jun left Ty pondering the possibility of deeper connections and hidden agendas. As these thoughts swirled in his mind, Goey's hand on his shoulder brought him back to the mont. "Please, co follow back to the cell," Goey requested, prompting Ty to inquire about dical attention for his wound.
"A wound?" Goey echoed, initially oblivious, until his gaze fell upon the arrow still lodged in Ty's shoulder. His surprise morphed into alarm. "Why the hell do you have an arrow in your arm? How did this happen and how aren't you spilling blood on the floor?!"
Ty's smirk was the only prelude to his calm explanation. "Well, I guess it just dried a bit, but I imagine once it gets pulled out, it will start to leak all over the floor."
Goey's realization dawned in the context of recent events. "Right... I guess that's why he said to let him know if any rebels co attacking again. They really have been a problem lately."
In the dical area, Ty spent the next half hour as a nurse attended to him. "This arrow really made it deep in your shoulder, are you sure you're okay to fight?" she stated, concern in her voice.
Ty chuckled. "I'm sure. Even if I wasn't, they would make ." The nurse nodded. "You're probably right. So, in the anti, try not to use your shoulder until the Arena starts, to better your chances."
"It will take about a week for the wound to fully heal," as Ty looked on with a bit of a shocked expression.
"Can't you just bring soone with healing magic or sothing like that?" Ty asked.
The nurse responded, "It's not that simple. Though that is possible, there are only a few healers in the world, and none of them would agree to heal a demon. So, your best bet is to just heal naturally and not overdo it for the next few days."
"I see, I will try my best, of course," Ty replied after being briefed on his recovery. He then returned to his cell, accompanied by Goey, his shoulder now neatly wrapped in white bandages that contrasted sharply against his black shirt.
"Thanks for having a nurse handle that and not letting sleep with that arrow in my shoulder," Ty expressed his gratitude.
Goey chuckled lightly, "Yeah, no worries. I'd probably get thrown in jail myself if you died or sothing from an arrow wound." The lightness in his voice carried a hint of camaraderie amidst the grim humor.
As Goey secured the cell door, he added, "Also, I'll be taking the light back since it looks like you won't be needing it for the books. They sort of disintegrated them before he left with you. I hope you understand."
"Of course, it's fine. What use do I have for a light right now anyway? Just let know if you hear about any other good fighters with cool abilities," Ty said, his tone resigned yet curious about the potential competitors in the Arena.
"Sure, sure," Goey replied as he walked away, leaving Ty alone with his thoughts in the dimming light of the cell.
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