(Planet Wu Tang, Su Yang's POV)
*Crackle…* *Hiss…*
Smoke billowed thick and black into the afternoon sky, mingling with the stench of burning metal and charred flesh, as Su Yang staggered out from the twisted wreckage of the transport craft.
His vision swam, blood dripping steadily down his forehead where a sharp piece of shrapnel had split the skin above his brow.
*Step*
He stumbled once, his knees buckling, before forcing himself upright, as he clutched his side as pain radiated through his ribs.
He had felt death closing in when the explosion consumed the cabin, yet in that instant, a faint blue glow had wrapped around his body, an energy barrier humming to life and absorbing most of the impact.
It was a life-saving artifact given to him by the Su Clan after the terrorist attack on Lewis Hamilton Arena last year.
However, just because he survived this assassination attempt, did not mean he felt any safer now than before.
