When the endless blood rolled in, in the red haze, the woman clasped his shoulder with one hand and put her hand on his chest. Her face was blurred, and only a wisp of familiar fragrance invaded her broken nose.
The sharp sword that was inserted into the chest turned vigorously, shattering the heart that gradually stopped beating.
"You deserve to die too!" The woman's cold and cruel voice was full of blood.
His exhausted body slowly fell to the ground. When the sword was pulled out, red blood spurted out from the broken flesh like lava.
He looked at the black hole-like night sky with half-squinted eyes. Not far away, fire shot up into the sky and burned everything to ashes.
So that's it. The moment he closed his eyes, he remembered everything.
Eleven years ago, it was like a dream.