Zod's bareback hit the sand with the force of Kael's full dive.
The sand was blasted into the sky as a wide crater was formed with Zod at the center.
Zod's mind raced in and out of conciseness, his eyes blankly staring at the body of the Iron Blood Shuttle above them.
Kael's right hand was still clamped tightly around his neck, and his other hand held onto the ripped-off arm.
Kael's eyes stared calmly at Zod's face. A piece of flesh was missing from one of Zod's cheeks, the place where Kael's knuckle had grazed him.
With his right hand still clamped around Zod's neck, Kael leaned his head down until his nose was almost touching the latter's.
Zod's conciseness was returning, only for him to notice Kael's face dangerously close to his own. Kael's eyes were beautiful, that was something he couldn't help but think.
