"Sian!"
Lan Qishing's voice tore across the desert sky—sharp, powerful, and loud.
"Don't come any closer."
Sian's tone allowed no room for argument.
Despite himself, though every instinct urged him to run to Sian's side, Lan Qishing stopped. He knew it—he was far too weak.
Weak… yes.
Ever since he had met Sian, Lan Qishing had, for the first time in his life, begun to see himself as a burden.
He couldn't help him. Couldn't fight beside him.
His fists clenched until his nails bit into his palms.
…
"Sir, shall we prepare to move to the battlefield?"
asked the captain of the Anti-Supernatural Unit.
Liang Wei didn't answer. He was staring intently at the screen.
"No. Not yet."
(He hasn't fallen yet.)
His gaze remained fixed on the frail, slender back of the man displayed before him.
This was the man Kira trusted—the one she claimed was the strongest person on Earth. The one she believed could save their world.
Liang Wei wanted to see it for himself.
