My hand comes up slowly from the lush green grass, and I feel at my bloody chest throb. There's a nice gash of blood from the aftermath of that body slam, where I remember getting yeeted and scraped hard onto the ground, but reaching within my avatar doesn't show a hint of the superficial wound thanks to the Potion of corruption. My energy pool slowly fills, and I manage to sit down, then struggle to pull off the clothe on my eyes, smearing blood that I don't really pay attention to as I wipe it off of my face and look down to see nothing except a fresh, tender spot on the right side of my chest, above my abdominal that's wounded.

It was the spot where Sett nearly cave in.

A series of wracking coughs overcome me, and I turn to the side while I yank a potion from my inventory. Something catches in my throat as I cough, and then I heave… and something metallic and a little coppery come into my mouth. I raise my hand to catch the solid object as I cough up a bit of blood, and when I finish coughing, I pull my hand away to see some bloodied tooth-like fragments.

Fantastic.

Sett wasn't fairing any better, gone the look of false bravado and replaced by a grimace. His headaches are getting worse, blood trickled from his nose as he dizzily sat down. Chugging a Potion he shared as they slowly relaxed, with tensions falling.

So does their grievance with each other as they both warded the areas, Lee himself found several choke points and memorize several twisted treeline, he doesn't exactly know what to do seeing that they're stranded in a new world.

And by the looks of it, same could be said a to the resident brawler. The environment is a dead give away.

From the leaves falling in a seemingly random pattern to the level of definition on the dirt, no amount of data could replicate the realism which forge an unspoken truce between the pair.

Breaking the cold silence, Sett spoke with a mischievous voice.

"Sooo~ what's the plan now?"

"What do you mean what, I'm just clueless as you--" He suddenly changed his tone. "Actually, don't you feel thirsty?"

Lee then smacked his dry lips, while caressing his agonizing throat.

"More like starving, it's like my metabolic shite spiked mate." His stomach grumble in agreement.

"Welp then!" Sett stood up. "Let's find some water and hunt then! Better yet, find a civilization." He spoke with enthusiasm.

"That would be retarded." He blankly said.

"Excuse me?"

"Look at that."

Pointing at the goblin that froze at the attention, the knife in his hand halted as his eyes went wide.

The being in question was hiding in the bushes that he once placed a ward.

But before the beast spoke, Blueish lighting came out from his pointed finger. Giving the poor Mob the experience of agonizing frostbite as his inside is being scrambled by the crackling lighting.

The process took a second at best, but the intensity and potency of his Chilling Smite was enough turn the beast into ashes of blistering cold snowflakes which was sweap by the breeze.

Seeing this, Sett whisled. Impressed by the realistic arts style of animation.

"If the species of this world is different from Earth and Runeterra, who said that the microorganisms of this world is any different?" He spoke sadly, as if accepting in defeat.

"What do you mean by that?"

"...I'm more worried of getting sick, our immune system aren't exactly built for this world if we were truly Isekaid."

Licking the side of his gums, he could feel one of his molars loosened as a new one is protruding in its place.

Spitting a gobble of bloodied saliva, Lee decided to stand as he walk forward towards a pathway straight onto the river.

"And where are you going?" He said with disinterest, he wasn't particularly scared of dying. Not when he could still survive.

A Halo mist then surrounded him, signifying his the Cooldown on one of his item has came back.

Seeing them retracting back into his skin fills him with a feeling of defiance and invincibility.

Sensation fades away as he become enveloped in a soft, white light. The illumination seemed to wash through not just his eyes, but through his entire being. He felt as If he were floating, disembodied and without connection to the material world.

Until it was gone, he succeeded on hiding his Guardian Angel. Something that should've been impossible and the idea that he succeeded without resistance put a smile on his face.

"And yet another fact that we're not back on earth." Cracking the knots of his back, he then trailed where Lee heeded with confidence oozing in his being.