Blood and tears fell from the woman's nose and the corners of her eyes, landing on the child.
Sharp steel rods had already pierced the woman's internal organs, and above the floor, monsters were fighting furiously.
Corrupt species and demons, or corrupt species against corrupt species, conflicts often broke out among them.
The fighting of these monsters might afflict those humans hiding in the corners, living in fear.
The woman's eyes grew vacant.
The child watched his mother's effort to keep smiling and couldn't help wanting to cry.
Yet the woman, supporting her body with one hand, made a shushing gesture with the other.
It was hard to imagine how such a frail body could bear the weight of massive stones and steel rods to protect a child underneath her.
Mother and child maintained this quietness for a long time until the monsters left.
For that instant, the boulder on the woman was not moved, but the boulder in her heart had already been lifted.
