On the rock wall of the flaming dome of the floating city, dodder flowers spread quietly in the dark night. Wen Qiongyue's vines wrapped around the man's neck, and the memories flowed along with the overflow of nectar - that was the price she paid for absorbing life force.
The fire suddenly exploded, and the flaming magma chains burned the delicate branches into charcoal, while the blood vessels under the wrists were crystallizing crazily. "Your bud contains the last words of the Purifier." His burned left eye pierced through the disguise, but the lava bracer condensed into a chain at the critical moment, pinching the strangulating vines into his palm.
Vines and magma entangled themselves into strange totems in the ruins. When the golden buds burst out of their chests, the two finally discovered that all betrayals are the prelude to symbiosis.
Intention: Redeem each other, the warmth is still there