"Is that so..." Hexia wanted to say something, but by now she had no strength left.
Blood slowly dripped down; even though she wished her wound on the chest to heal, it was cursed by the black crystal sword edge, unable to close up.
In the end, was I wrong, shouldn't I have persisted so meaninglessly...
Her consciousness grew more and more dim, and flashes of scenes passed through her mind, those were the moments of her recent work at Dream of Glazed Glass.
Belfeng, Andusia, Botis, Vurowus, Deklabi... They all took good care of her, patiently taught her the tricks of life and work, helped her dress up, made delicious food for her. In those few short days, she had felt a warmth that she hadn't experienced in a long time.
Humans are such greedy and foolish creatures; once they've tasted something delicious, they can't bear to let it go; once they've experienced such beauty, they're no longer content to die.
