To ensure he'd stand out less during his journey, Thirteen changed into black military clothes.
But even those clothes were now torn in several places, and his left arm was bent at an unnatural angle.
The battle earlier had forced him to dislocate his own shoulder just so he could free himself from the monster who managed to grab hold of his arm.
The injury he received wasn't ideal, but in a battle where his life was on the line, even the System of Cannon Fodders had limited choices and could only settle for the optimal way to survive his predicament.
Thirteen didn't even have time to wipe the blood seeping at the corner of his lips as he gazed at the red-headed Half-Elf, who was giving him an appraising gaze.
He saw the confusion, anxiety, and desperation in the young man's eyes, which made Thirteen want to ignore him. No matter the case, he couldn't bring himself to like the so-called Heroes.
Yes.