The end of the Fourth Holy Grail War was marked by the flames filled with malice that swallowed up hundreds of lives.
The red-haired child covered his head and stepped on the black mud with empty eyes, trying to escape from this hell. The only thing that supported the child was that he didn't want to die.
All the memories and identities of the past have turned into a blur, and everything has returned to nothing except sporadic fragments flashing through my mind.
The question of why he didn't want to die and why he was still begging for life had no meaning in the child's spirit which was broken by the black mud.
I'm sorry that I can't save you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. The child looked at the people on the ground who were still struggling but could not escape and gradually lost their breath.
Although the child wants to lend a helping hand to them, the child knows that he is incapable. Relief requires strength, but he does not have it at this time.
Amidst the high temperature flames and despair, the child's physical strength was gradually exhausted, and the shouts around him also became quieter.
One step after another, the steps finally stopped as the body fell, and the surroundings finally became silent.
Is this the end? The child's empty eyes looked at the dark and heavy sky stained by blood and fire. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand. He really wanted to see the blue sky again, the child thought.
"Do you want to live?" A voice sounded in my mind.
Fate--it took a turn at this time.