A few dozen seconds ago, the meteor summoned by the "Tunguska explosion" shattered, raining fragments like a storm.
The Christmas Sled wove between the meteor fragments, the blood-red dusk spilling onto the cheeks of the blue-eyed boy. His ponytail had come undone, and his long white hair fluttered wildly in the wind.
"Li Qingping—!" Cezar turned his head from the sled, anxiously looking at the island, a teetering silhouette reflected in his azure pupils.
From the shoulder blades down, half of Li Qingping's body suddenly disintegrated, turning into dust dispersed by the wind. His body slowly knelt before the five members of the Royal Court Team.
"Li Qingping..."
Cezar stared blankly, mumbling the name repeatedly, knowing it might be the last time he ever spoke it, but Qingping could no longer hear him.
