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Just as flowers did not cease to be plants when they were in their most colorful form, or birds were birds when they no longer had the strength to fly, Cale Henituse remained Kim Rok Soo.
When there was a battle on the way, he would prepare; when others were busy or down, he would take their positions; when someone faltered, he would become stronger to cover them; when he was alone and surrounded, he would fight.
So it was no surprise to him when his own body betrayed him by taking away his ability to move at will the moment he was overcome.
For the rest, on the contrary, it was a surprise to see how suddenly the enemies that had enclosed their commander flew through the air, or perhaps the biggest surprise was to see their commander floating in the air? Perhaps it was the expressionless face, the cold, distant eyes that wandered across the field, the blood running down his nose like a waterfall, or the stiffness of his body.
In any case, they had no time to admire him when the cataclysm was unleashed, fire thunderbolts flying in all directions (the most remarkable thing, that which would remain in the memory of more than one unfortunate who almost turned to ashes, was the calculated way they moved, without missing a single enemy), an imposing aura that seemed to cover the whole sky, an avalanche of desperate cries for help, the sound of footsteps and weapons and sparks filling the battlefield.
"How is Cale-nim?"
On just shook her head, even though it was the third time this morning they'd seen to see them, Cale was still unconscious. At least he didn't look bad.
He'd given them a scare when, just after the battle had ended, he'd plummeted from the sky and begun convulsing amidst the scorched earth and the remnants of blood, joined by his own as well, but not a single healer had found anything wrong with or in him. So it only remained for them to wait for him to awaken so that he could explain what, in the whole blessed world, that had been.