"Live..." At the last moment, in the red evening, Miluo saw this face clearly.
The city-state of Flower has a gray sky. The city under the sky is dilapidated, and figures seeking survival shuttle between the dangerous buildings.
A vague and hurried figure flashed in Miluo's mind. He broke away from her hand and ran forward, vaguely, with gravel in his throat, "Live... You must live..." After a rumbling sound, gray smoke flew everywhere, the sound stopped, and the hand being held was empty.
Intention: Redemption is light, salvation is warmth