Xiangzi watched that black-and-white battle line, surging over the Forest like a tide, slowly sweeping toward this direction.
"Xiangzi," Tianlan ran out from within the Forest, shouting loudly, "There are more and more of them, we've got to think of a way, or those people will drag all the Refugees back. They're still killing, it's just too vile...!"
But the youth glanced in that direction, as if he hadn't heard a thing.
Dai wiped her dirty little face, biting her lower lip as she looked at him.
"Mr. Adrian," the little girl's elder sister, that blind maiden, stood at the side at a complete loss, "...I'm sorry, I know this is asking too much... but... could you help everyone once more, help Miss Shaye... I—I'm sorry... but Dai and I truly have no other way..."
Xiangzi gave them a look.
He silently lowered his head, and glanced again at that pitch-black sword at his waist. He gripped the sword with his hand, and the blade answered with a peculiar sensation.
