Watching the companions with whom I once drank heartily and laughed loudly atop our spoils, vanish one by one as if they were little scribbles erased by a rubber, I didn't even have time to feel sorrow.
I'm about to die, too.
The Magic Power is nearly depleted, and my spiritual power is on the brink of collapse, barely holding on by sheer willpower.
And the moment when the Magic Power is completely exhausted, I will turn into a wisp of air dispersed by the wind, unable to even leave a corpse.
The Fear of death rose in my heart, but during the retreat in battle, I saw the first sailor run out of the borders of Moon City, with no more voids abruptly appearing before him.
Watching his figure grow more distant, I wavered no more.
Raging Wind rose again, surging towards the taintless city.
1. Lost consciousness
2. Support arrived
3. Another Moon Person went mad
4. Moon City stopped the Attack♛
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9. The elderly Moon People suddenly appeared in the streets
