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[i]Oh no.[/i] 

In a single battle, most of the frontline had been wounded. And Benkei couldn’t judge how bad the wounds were. They’d almost completely lost Rael when she fell to the void; but Seele proved incredibly useful. The girl he was worried about holding them back? She’d saved their lives numerous times. 

And she didn’t have any DPS at all. 

Benkei’s entire worldview was at question now. In a normal game environment, a player like Seele would be completely useless. But here? She was [i]invaluable.[/i] It was the same with anyone who could support and protect. Even though his spikes had screwed up with stabbing Graves in the leg; they’d been helpful in finishing off the direbat. 

The era of game meta was over, at least for now. As long as they were in this weird state of the world, the things they’d previously learned and knew were completely out of the window. What else had changed during this “hack” as the moderator called it? They felt hunger, they felt pain, all of their senses were enhanced; no that was incorrect. Their senses were unlocked; it was as if they were [i]really[/i] there. 

And who was to say they weren’t? In this game of dreams, what marked the difference? If he lost an arm here, would he suddenly lose the function of his arm when he woke up? Would they ever wake up at this point, or were they all just braindead vegetables laying in their beds, couches or futons as they experienced one last gasp of consciousness before the oblivion of death? 

[i]They still need your help. Snap out of it Kazuma.[/i] 

[color=98A9B1]”Kazuki! Alex! Seele! Kalie! We need to treat our wounded!”[/color] Graves obviously had multiple lacerations and a puncture wound. They’d need Kazuki’s magic and some healing draughts to close his wounds. But what if they fell into an even bigger fight, and received more wounds? Would they need to conserve their medicine for more serious wounds? 

He looked to Rael, who was wounded by the debris from Alja’s attack. That meant that friendly fire was on; or maybe the idea that spells could avoid others, that game-idea, was gone and replaced with reality. If someone launched a fireball, they’d incinerate everyone, friend or foe now. Just like with his spikes and Alja’s ice. Rael also probably had multiple bruises from her tumble. He hoped she hadn’t cracked anything internally. Alja also had received multiple cuts as well. 

If they had first aid kits, with things like gauze and bandages, even someone like him could at least treat some of these injuries. They wouldn’t need Kazuki to exert himself and to constantly use their dwindling supplies of healing potions. But right now, they had to make do with what they had. [color=98A9B1]“Let’s get everyone treated, and then re-think our formation. We can’t keep over-exerting ourselves.”[/color]  

His heart pounded in fear. How much farther until the end now? And what would they face there? Would they all make it out alive? 

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