"K-kuya..."
A faint voice escaped from the mouth of Elaine as she tried her hardest to raise her weak hand dyed in red towards the back of someone who was a distance away from her and was kneeling on the ground with his body remained upwards.
He was a boy of about five to six years old. And while gazing at him, Elaine had her eyes filled with tears.
How could she not if that someone had her chest being pierced by a long spear?
Around them were many other freshly dead bodies of children like them. And from what it appeared, Elaine was the only one who remained barely alive in this Dark Island.
And now, Elaine couldn't get up anymore. Her little body was full of wounds and was lying with her front facing the ground. Her head was facing in her right direction and there she saw her beloved friend who died to protect her.
