As Jade plummeted from the portal, the first sight that greeted her was Gojaro, bloodied and battle-weary, with a claymore blade poised for attack.
His face, bruised and bloody, held fierce determination until shock took over at the sight of Jade.
Realizing she was not an enemy, he sheathed his blade and, with remarkable agility, caught her mid-air, quickly descending back to the safety of the ground.
Landing back in the construction zone, Jade was immediately struck by the darkness enveloping them, indicating night had fallen. Concern etched into her features as she took in Gojaro's battered state.
"Master Gojaro," she began, the title carrying her respect and concern, "how much time has passed?"
Setting her gently onto the ground, Gojaro's response came with a weary sigh. "About 8 hours maybe?" he estimated, his voice carrying the weight of the day's battles.
"I just finished dealing with the creature up in Canada and got a signal that another portal was opening up."
