{Third Person POV}
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The air tore open with a violent, high-pitched screech.
Rolf crashed out of the spatial portal, hitting the unforgiving stone floor of the eighth floor with bone-rattling force.
He tumbled aggressively through the dirt, his momentum finally stopping as he slammed into the base of a massive stalagmite.
"Gah!" he cried out, clutching his right shoulder. Fresh, hot blood poured through his fingers, staining his tattered leathers.
Edric's blade had punched clean through the muscle and scraped the bone, a brutal reminder of the monster he had just narrowly escaped.
Immediately, three hooded figures broke from their stations and rushed toward him, their hands glowing with restorative mana.
"Zero-One! You're injured, let us—"
"Get away!" Rolf snarled, his voice a vicious, guttural bark that completely shattered his usual meek persona.
