Amidst the Chaos, the man's consciousness grew increasingly hazy. He felt as though he were floating in a void, his exhaustion making him want to close his eyes—that was what he wished to do, but childish, innocent voices echoed in his ears. This was his final hope.
No! I cannot die just yet, they, they have not yet reached the Paradise!
I am merely a useless wretch, but they still have a brighter future... The man looked at his own hands. Although there was nothing in them, he knew that a potion was there. Clasping the imaginary vial, the man crushed it fiercely, and dark purple liquid flowed into his wounds, corroding his flesh.
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