I slowly opened my eyes. It was lying on the ground. A ground surrounded in crystals. I look around. I was miles down from the heart. I slowly staggered to sit up. I feel the wound. Yep, it's bad and deep and big. I spat out blood. I don't have a sword anymore. I move my hand around my face.

Dammit. I should've known where the weapon would be. I should've found out where it was. I shouldn't have dragged the Clades into this battle. I should've killed Asagor sooner. Man, there was so much I should've done. Well, sitting isn't going to help anyone. I slowly stood up. I winced as I did it. Blood gushed out. I put my hand over the wound.  

I slowly limped, somewhere. I didn't know where I was going or how to climb back up to the surface world. I rested my body weight on a crystal.

"Zhade?! Zhade?" I hear a yell.

"Searcher?" I pant.

Searcher came on a flying bike.

"You okay? What happened?" Searcher asked.

"I...could...be...better." I wince.

Searcher got off the bike. He put my arm on his shoulders.

"We...have...to...get...back...up...there." I say.

"First we got to take care of your wound. Fortunately, I have some medicine in the back cargo of the bike." He said.

He plopped me down on the backside of the crystal. He put a towel over my wound.

"Sorry...for....the...mess...I've...gotten...us...into." 

"Eh, this was fun. I feel like a true explore. Ethan totally thinks that was awesome." 

"Good...kid." 

"We are going to get through this."

"Alright..."