Fang Hong's eyes reflected the glaring red as he looked once more at Miya's calm face until both began to blur, but he still found it hard to believe.
"Miya, you..."
"I'm sorry, Ade," Miya answered quietly, "but I must have it."
This time he finally heard her clearly, but his body slid down powerlessly.
The former held his gradually cooling body, letting him lean gently against her, before she said softly, "Don't worry, Ade, you won't die. That dagger is a flawed Dragon Soul carrier; it possesses at least the power of resurrection, and not even the Dead Silence Zone can stop it."
"This is what I owe you, Ade..."
She carefully laid him down on the ground, his eyes already beginning to lose focus.
She said something else, "...the crystal that made it has deep roots here. I thought it would save your life when you lured 'Cerete' away, but I never expected it to be used here..."
Fang Hong couldn't hear her anymore.
