She went to their side and let the baby crawled off of her arms and to her brother’s. To which made the boy smile yet his smile is tainted with a lone tear.
“You’re alive…” he mutters in weak voice, looking how his sister wiggles on his arms.
He didn’t know that this baby is his sister, yet his blood tells him so. He didn’t have to asked why this happened to her after all that has been happened, but he’s glad that she’s still alive.
“Huh? What’s happening to me, what’s this?” he asked, confused to the cascading water from his right eye.
“That’s emotion…” Mago replied.
But their short conversation was interrupted when they heard heavy footsteps coming closer to them, “What is that?”
Mago’s eyes squinted as he tried to decipher the image of a creature walking in the fire. Yet it di
