Several rays of light shone down from above, and in the dim space, light fragments fluttered like butterflies.
The solemn and orderly chanting echoed in the room.
The girl's pure eyes looked around at the people in confusion, her dark green coat stained with blood oozing from metal spikes.
The dean, dressed in a black coat, stood in front of the circular platform, holding a tattered, yellowing book, with a kindly smile on his face, he said slowly:
"Your sacrifice is worthwhile, for us, for everyone, for this world. There's no need to cry, nor any need for sorrow. Everyone has their own path home, and yours is the best."
The girl's delicate face showed determination, and she said: "I know, my sacrifice is worthwhile... but A Tao shouldn't have died, his abilities were strong."
A gleam flashed in the dean's eyes, and he smiled: "Of course not, yours will fulfill his."
