<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><i>Light,</i> Kazuma spotted it by pure luck. In the pitch dark, he'd stumbled around for what seemed like hours. His magic energy was low too, both from the fight and also a lack of connection to his realm. It felt odd to be so... stranded. Leaning against the wall closest to him, Kazuma stared at the light in the distance. It seemed so far. How was he ever going to reach it? The other part of him questioned if he really <i>wanted</i> to reach it. There was likely a human in that building that streamed golden light. A human who would undoubtedly want to kill him. <br/>
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But Kazuma had nothing else. Perhaps if he could sneak in and find something to tie up his still bleeding wound. He slowly pulled his hand from the deep puncture in his side. The blood ran thick and had coated his hand and arm. If he didn't do something about it, he would undoubtedly bleed out and die. So far he'd managed to survive. With that in mind, Kazuma wasn't entirely ready to simply give up. Pressing his hand back against the wound, he shoved off the wall and made his way toward the light. He tried not to look at it directly as it flooded his vision and blocked out the area around him in such a way that he found himself stumbling against things. <br/>
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Once he was close enough, Kazuma sunk down as best he could to avoid detection. The light streamed from a window to a building that was smaller than the ones he'd been trapped between earlier. It resembled a house, though made in a strange way. Kazuma's vision wavered. His blood loss was immense. He summoned what strength he could gather and made his way closer to the house. Gripping his katana tightly, he attempted to exude a strong presence. The moment he straightened and prepared to force the door open with a bit of magic; his body failed him. Kazuma stumbled. The small bit of power he'd managed to summon simply puffed out of existence. <br/>
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He hit the door in front of him, using it to brace himself and keep upright. The katana in his hand suddenly seemed far too heavy to lift. How was he to defend himself if he couldn't even bring it up to chest level? Kazuma slid down the door, eventually ending up in a heap against it. His blade lingered in his numb fingers as he sat there, focused on breathing in slowly. He took the last of his energy and forced it toward his life-threatening wound. If he could at least stop the bleeding, he could begin to heal. It might take months, but it was better than dying so soon. With luck, he would be able to return and defeat those that fought with his clan. End several years of war, and bring peace to his realm. <br/>
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With luck.</span>