Chapter 9: Severely Injured
Luo Wen felt he had been too reckless. After realizing there was a storm outside, he should have retreated immediately instead of staying to daydream. Didn’t he know that being a spectator came with risks? Now, not only had he been forced into a front-row seat, but he’d also been dragged into the performance.
If given another chance, he would stay in his burrow no matter what happened outside. He’d stake his pride on not moving a muscle!
The sky was pitch-black, with the ferocious storm howling like a ghost. It whipped up a barrage of sand and stones, which, under the storm’s force, shot forward like bullets.
Unfortunately, Luo Wen was directly in the path of the onslaught.
Though his small body made for a minor target, the density of the sandstorm ensured countless particles still struck him.
Luo Wen curled all his limbs toward his head, shielding his compound eyes with his digging limbs. The rest of his legs surrounded his head as best they could. He twisted his body to present his back to the storm’s direction.
His newly grown shoulder plates and dorsal armor offered considerable protection. Though he felt no pain, the fine hairs on his exoskeleton told him the sand and stones had not yet breached his defenses.
Despite this, the relentless impacts sent his body tumbling through the air, making it nearly impossible to maintain balance.
Amid the disorienting spins, his unprotected abdomen bore the brunt of the damage. The dorsal armor covered much of it, but the sandstorm’s 360-degree assault spared no part of his body. His already shortened abdomen took another round of severe hits.