Singing softly.
It wasn't until in the grudge and greed of the prey that the 'baby' in his arms stopped moving, Huai Shi slowly loosened his fingers.
Let the shriveled remains fall to the ground, disintegrating into dust.
In the dead silence, the man from the Current Circumstances stretched his stiff body that hadn't moved for a long time, brushed his disheveled hair, and finally turned to look at the Snake Face on the chair.
Smiling.
"Don't be fooled by my dog heart and dog face; back in the Current Circumstances, I used to be an idol."
In the blazing flames, the Snake Face, almost reduced to a skeleton, opened his mouth in despair but couldn't make a sound.
Only a faint sob rose with the flames.
"Don't panic; I understand your confusion and fear, but don't be afraid. All of this will soon be over."
Huai Shi reached out, touched his face, and suddenly asked as if unconsciously:
"—By the way, have you heard of Bahamut?"
