"Sister... We are not dead?"
The girl lowered her head and looked at her palm. The warm touch was so real that the wounds on her body miraculously healed without leaving even a scar. She stood up and looked around. The rain was getting lighter, and a hint of fish belly white appeared on the horizon.
"... We are alive, God has treated us well!" She whispered, with a cold edge flashing in her eyes, "If the Dog Emperor wants us to die, then we have to live for him, and we have to overthrow his dragon throne on the basis of this blood feud!"
The young man stood up and wiped the mud off his body. The anxiety in his eyes faded away, replaced by the same fierceness as the girl.
Intention: Hate