He shouldn't feel pain, but just when he destroyed his creations with his own hands, he felt the sharp pain in his heart. He beat the machines crazily, but the hammer seemed to hit his heart, blow after blow, as if it was going to beat him to pieces and beat him to pieces.
He seemed to see a surge of blood, and the past was drowned in blood. And he stood in the middle of a pool of blood: his hands full of blood and his heart full of despair.
Aja... His Aja.
He stretched out his hand around blankly, but there was nothing. There was just a lot of blood and blood all around. The whole world is as empty as death and scattered like flying ashes.
There is no past or future anymore.
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