...He would also be reluctant.
But it seems, there's no other way.
Under the burden of two civilizations, this is the best ending. The only one lost is "him".
He placed his finger on his lips, making a silent gesture.
The footsteps of the three people slowed down, silently gazing at Su Ming'an, even Lv Shu, who rarely sheds tears, had red eyes.
Under the drifting white hair, His lips moved.
No, must, become, my, tombstone.
In just a short sentence, it seemed like everything was contained.
...It was the best advice He could think of after witnessing the deaths of many The Originals.
He never imagined that it would be His turn to tread this path.
The blade faced downward, and He sensed the power of time fluctuating around Him, closed His eyes, and completely cut down the blade—
"Crash."
In this instant,
White dove wings flapping sounds echoed by His ears.
A hand suddenly grasped His wrist, as if just to halt His slash in this moment.
He opened His eyes blankly.
