Tonight was colder than usual. It wasn't snowing nor raining, but the air was still freezing, as if my lungs could freeze at any moment. He's just standing there staring at the corpse of his enemy and everything was burning down.
Is this the end of our meaningless war, or could it simply be more? I don't know what to think anymore, my body is aching from the pain. This is too much to bear even for a trained woman like me. I hope that this is the finish line. I want to rest or maybe enjoy a red wine while watching the sunrise.
Lain, was it? Where is he? Is he alive? He's a tough person; he will be fine, maybe? I could finally breathe after all this mess. The Kozcivrie proves their strength as the top of the food chain again.
The apex predator of the underworld. The strong remain as the rulers and the weak remain as the prey for the hunt. I wasn't surprised at all, not even a slight doubt they could be taken down. It's cold out here, I think I'm dying. My vision is blurry; everything went black. So, this is how I meet my end. Hah, pathetic death for someone like me. So cold, is there anyone who can help me?