The torrential rain in the sky gradually ceased, and the bright sunshine pierced through the clouds, landing just in front of He Ao.
The tightly closed camp gates were slowly opened, and Ennie pushed out the Elderly chieftain's wheelchair, appearing in He Ao's field of vision.
"Dad!"
Upon seeing He Ao's somewhat pale cheeks, she wanted to rush over to catch her father, but was stopped by the Elderly reaching out a hand.
He Ao took step by step while carrying Kaja's corpse on his back, slowly crossing the camp's gate.
The little boy followed behind him.
Creak—
Accompanied by the crisp sound, huge hinges dragged the camp's gate, gradually closing the open door bit by bit.
When the gate finally shut, He Ao's body could no longer hold up; he stumbled step by step, falling face down toward the ground.
