Thunderous cheers from the Japanese audience filled the stadium. Amidst it all, Sang-Hyeon looked down at his right arm.0

‘I made a mistake.’0

He bit his lip. Thinking that just one more victory would end it, he had overextended himself without considering the next step. In the end, they lost. 0

It wasn’t just his problem. Joseon had been continuously losing in the broader scope of the fight. His gaze naturally shifted to the capsule from which the commander would emerge. 0

He didn’t blame her. He was worried.0

‘...’0

His worry became a reality. It was evident at a glance. Although not as severe as him, her hair looked damp in places and showed signs of having dried after sweating. Her skin looked pale with her veins visible. Her eyes, unable to look at the audience, trembled as they stared at the ground. 0

Sang-Hyeon was sure that her legs, covered by a blanket, were in a similar state. He hurried over to Chi-Seung, who was pushing her wheelchair, to convey that they couldn’t continue like...0