What will be left of our lives?

Cuckoo coo coo coo!

Havitz�s body gradually flattens under the frantic air press.

�Big.�

Finally, with a thump, he fell flat at Gaold�s feet again.

�Kurrure���

The resistance group, whose body parts had turned to charcoal, stared blankly at the scene in front of them.

�Go, Gaold.�

Gaold, who was staggering in the center, vomited and slowly turned his head.

His eyes were completely open, and red blood was pouring from the pores all over his body.

�Howdy??????

Seeing Miro�s weeping face without even thinking about wiping away his tears, he giggled.

�Since I live, I see you crying because of me?�

my idea

�autumn���

Miro�s heart sank.

The light in Gaold�s eyes, which had been shaken in shock, began to return to normal at a rapid pace.

Those were the eyes of a determined person.

�Please come back.�

Miro�s head moved left and right involuntarily, and Gaold looked at Havitz.

�Can you tell me why you can�t move?�

�Kreur!�you���

�To beat me, you have to hurt more than me.�

His tone was calm, but his face was already convulsing with nervous shock.

The maze was terrified.

�Gaold, wait.�

�are you okay.�

While shivering as if he was about to explode, Gaold tried to smile.

�Because suffering is lonely.�

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