The battlefield was a cacophony of chaos—swords clashing, cries of agony, and the bitter scent of blood hung thick in the air. Meng Qingshan fought with everything he had, fueled by an overwhelming tide of emotion, but exhaustion was creeping into his bones. Each strike felt heavier, each movement a reminder of the toll this war was taking on him.Then, amidst the turmoil, a sudden pain erupted in his chest. It came as a shock, a cold realization that shattered through the fog of battle. He looked down to see the glint of a blade protruding from his body, blood seeping from the wound and staining his clothes crimson. A sharp gasp escaped his lips as he felt the life drain from him, the warmth leaving his limbs.Meng's vision wavered, memories flashing before his eyes—the laughter of Sua, the camaraderie with Jiang Tian, and the fleeting moments of joy that had once filled his heart. But now, those memories felt like distant echoes, slipping further away as the darkness encroached on his consciousness."I gave everything... for this," Meng gasped, feeling the heat of anger and despair roiling within him. But as he struggled to rise, to lash out at Liu, the strength faded. "You don't understand... I lost everything... and now..."He couldn't finish the thought. The weight of his life—of every sacrifice, every loss—pressed down upon him, suffocating and relentless. He felt the urge to give in, to let go of the pain and despair, to embrace the darkness that beckoned him like an old friend.But the light in Meng's eyes flickered, dimming as the blood pooled beneath him. The warmth of life was being replaced by an all-consuming cold. He had fought so hard, yet it felt as if all of that struggle had been for nothing. The weight of despair wrapped around him like a shroud, pulling him deeper into the abyss."Help?" Meng whispered, incredulity coloring his voice. "You don't know what it means to lose everything... to be haunted by the ghosts of your past." His voice grew weaker, the fire within him extinguishing.But Meng could feel the grip of darkness tightening around him. The memories of Sua and Tian flashed through his mind, their faces etched with concern, their voices urging him to hold on. But how could he hold on when every breath he took felt like a betrayal of their sacrifices?He looked up at Liu, the blurred figure swimming in and out of focus. "It's too late for me..." he murmured, the weight of his words sinking into the air between them. "I'm tired... so tired of fighting..."As he surrendered to the pain, a strange sense of calm enveloped him. The world around him faded into a distant murmur, and he felt a pull towards the comforting void that beckoned him. Meng closed his eyes, allowing the darkness to wash over him like a warm embrace.But Meng felt himself slipping, the bond they shared unraveling like threads of silk. The pain ebbed away, replaced by an overwhelming sense of release. In that moment, he felt free—free from the weight of expectation, the burden of loss. He would not have to bear the scars of this life any longer.And as his consciousness faded into the shadows, one final thought echoed through his mind—a bittersweet whisper of a life once lived, a friendship once cherished, and the realization that sometimes, surrendering was the only way to find peace.With that, Meng Qingshan drifted into darkness, leaving behind the chaos of battle. But he knew one thing, he would never forgive Wei Liu ever again.