Hana hit the ground hard and pushed herself forward without slowing. Her feet barely steady as she ran straight toward the center where Michael lay.
The noise of battle crashed around her from every direction, but none of it mattered as her eyes locked onto him. Her breath tightening with every step as a growing sense of dread clawed its way through her chest.
"Michael!" she called out, her voice breaking as she closed the distance.
She dropped to her knees beside him, her hands reaching out immediately, but the moment her eyes landed on the wound across his chest everything inside her froze.
Blood had spread everywhere, soaking into the ground beneath him. It was far too much and the wound was far too deep. The damage was something she recognized instantly.
Her hands trembled as they hovered over him before finally touching his shoulder.
