"From the moment we boarded the ship, everything was already destined... We are all... we are all... dust... dust thrown behind by the wheels..."
No one responded.
There was no one left who could respond to her voice.
Bodies were strewn everywhere. Almost all the passengers were already dead.
Huai Shi instinctively positioned Lily behind him, on guard against Baba Yaga. Yet he did not see Lily rush forward in a frenzied attempt to avenge her brother, as he had anticipated.
Baba Yaga just stared blankly at it all.
After a long, long time, crimson tears streamed from the corners of her eyes. Slowly, she lifted her hands, covering her aged face, unable to suppress the despair and sorrow in her heart.
"Why... why is it?" She choked out, her voice hoarse, "Who can tell me why this is happening!"
"My husband, my daughter, my everything... God, isn't taking all of this enough? Why must you also take him away from me!"
"Tell me!"
