A tragic voice, laden with heavy bloodshed, caused a listener's heart to violently tremble as they heard it.
He finally awakened, finally touching the girl he adored, his hands soaked, warm and yet cold.
"Aria,"
"Does it hurt?"
His shaking hand gently stroked her cheek, feeling her breathing, so faint it was almost nonexistent. She gasped, her breath quick and potentially stopping at any moment, her body's nearly disjointed skeleton visible through her skin and flesh, bloodied. Her eyes blinked incessantly, tears flowing. She seemed to want to smile, but it was unbearably hard.
Walker Martinez's mournful voice cried, he was helpless and dazed, his person shattered, his eyes never stopped shedding tears.
"Aria... Aria..."
"Does it hurt...are you silly...?"
Warrior Tucker seemed to want to speak, but she was too distressed, as if she would ultimately sever ties with this polluted world.
She had wanted to fight but lost.
Why is it so difficult to survive in this world?
