The youth's name was Cao Yan. He lay barely conscious, his body covered in wounds and riddled with broken bones.
One of his arms was bent at an unnatural angle, with a jagged bone piercing through the skin, slick with blood.
Though blood blurred his vision, he strained to reach for the sky with all his strength. Darkness seemed to envelop him, and the scent of death grew stronger.
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