Ares's eyes stung at the brilliance of the intricate array, which had just surged from the ground, bathing the clearing in a cold, radiant, yet strangely familiar icy aura.
"Kyle... Kyle..."
He whispered, taking in the intricate array enveloping them. It was like a net, trapping everything, silently encasing the bloodied forms of him, Cassian, and their people.
"That brat… h-he…"
"…still has the power to f-fight?"
Ares noticed his own body beginning to fade into the array and let out a chuckle.
That damn guy—Kyle—even in a time like this, still had the strength to protect them, secretly laying down an array underground to send them all to safety, despite the fact that the agony Kyle himself was enduring was far worse than what they were facing.
And what about him? Pathetically lying there, crying over his own weakness?
"Ahhh!"
