"No, no, it shouldn't be like this......"

Rabbit has been living in the East Side for two years, and he has faced all kinds of life-threatening situations, but whether it is a threatening fist or a blade, he has learned to suffer silently or do everything he can to escape.

There was always a way for him to escape, to find a way to survive with his mates, who hadn't grown up yet, unlike the older children who had completely lost their trust in others.

Such friendships are meager and can break down at any time, and the children understand it, but it is precisely because they have no one to rely on that they are reluctant to lend a helping hand to each other.

Rabbit and Jayne never talk about "death", they both think of themselves as rats, and they may one day be caught by someone stronger and fall into some sewer, so they only care about survival.

But it shouldn't be like this, such an inexplicable, gratuitous weakness.

Jayne's face was flushed almost purple, and he coughed hard, more blood spilling onto his chest.

"Jayne! I'm fine, I'll take you away! The rabbit struggled to carry Jayne to his back, only to find that Jayne's body was limp and completely out of strength.

Everyone was coughing in the streets, and the bellows-like gasps of pain rang over everyone's heads, like a warning bell ringing casually after death passed.

Despair.

The rabbit's limbs began to lose strength, and he fell to the ground like Jayne, and just as he thought he was going to face the same disease, he suddenly felt something warm in his arms.

He followed his instinct and pulled out the paper bag, which was made of pale cinnamon yellow hair.

The rabbit couldn't see the circles of light around him that were constantly constructing and shattering in the midst of the plague, he couldn't see the symbols that passed from the knot of his hair to his body, he was just an ordinary person, he couldn't see the kisses that were getting fainter and fainter, and were struggling to help him resist the disease, and they would soon be completely wiped out.

The frightened rabbit got up and clutched the hair tightly in his palm, and tears suddenly poured out uncontrollably, leaving two clear water stains on his face:

"Hamel...... Is it Hamel? Please! Please save us, I don't want to die, and neither does Jayne! ”

Jayne's cough faded into weakness, and each of his exhalations and inhalations seemed to be stretched and intermittent in the perception of time.

"We don't want to die here, who will save us! Jayne ......"

The rabbit looked at the street at the other end with teary eyes, there was no one standing here anymore, some of them were still breathing, some had lost their breath, and their lives and deaths were unknown.

The rabbit roared with all his might, and his tears dripped down the dust, and the unwilling, resentful, and pleading screams could not penetrate the thick poisonous fog to convey it:

"Please!"

The light clenched in his hand shattered, and a thick mist of toxins poured into his nose and throat.

The rabbit faintly saw a light, not as hot and fierce as the sun, gentle and gentle, which lit up from a little bit, and then gradually spread out, occupying all his vision.

"Save ......"

Help us.

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Esther was running deeper into the East Side, and the moment she stepped into the yellow-black mist, she felt a strong discomfort in her chest.

She has never been sick since she came into this world.

A light appeared from Esther's forehead, outlining a circle, and the symbol quickly spread throughout her body, quickly restoring her state affected by the plague.

Esther realized in an instant that this was not a normal haze, this was an extraordinary ability!

Even her body had to mobilize all the power it contained to fight against her, so that she would not be affected as well.

The poisonous mist continued to spread outward, and everywhere in sight, it seemed to be shrouded in yellow-black tulle.

A woman was coughing so hard that she almost retched her organs. She was so weak that she lay on the ground, beside whom a young boy lay beside the woman's arm, pushing her hard, calling out the word "mother" anxiously and indistinctly, interspersed with two coughs.

The woman touched the cloth bag at hand, and the potatoes in it rolled out and were wrapped in a black pepper-like mud coat.

Esther could tell by just hearing that the woman's respiratory system was so badly attacked by the disease that no matter how hard her heart tried, it could not squeeze more oxygen out of her failing lungs, and soon such failure would spread to all her organs.

The boy, like Esther, did not understand what was happening, and he only cried and cried, trying to get his mother, who had held hands and praised him a moment before, to get up from the ground and continue to carry him home, and he was looking forward to the recipe for today's dinner, and to his father's return from the docks, and to tell him about the adventures of the sailors who had set sail on the waves.

The potato hit the carcass of a rat spitting blood.

What's their dinner? Baked potatoes? Mashed potatoes? Stew a pot of potatoes and carrots and eat them with brown bread dipped in soup?

Is anyone else waiting for her to come home with him?

Esther shouldn't have hesitated, she couldn't save everyone, she had to find the rabbit calling to her, not delay here......

How many people are still in the fog like this?

It was just a thought that passed in just two seconds, and the time in Esther's mind seemed to be slowed down, in fact, the speed at which she ran didn't change, it was the time around her that was stretched, which gave her a little more room to think.

So Esther made her choice as well.

It was as if a firework exploded in her hair, and the starry light spread out into the streets, along the will and sorrow that longed for life, and merged into the body of the weak life.

One light after another lit up, weaving a long carpet of gold and silver, and in all the places where the fate was touched by the light, pale rings appeared, turning into chains that kept life circulating, prolonging this tug-of-war with death.

Esther's hair was fading rapidly, falling as more and more points of light fluttered, spreading out in the "galaxy" where she ran, and the strands of hair that shook from her actions were only silvery.

But this is not enough, far from it.

The area encroached on by the smog was still spreading, and the streets that Esther passed were only a few twists and turns, and with her strength, she could save only one in ten thousand people. She felt like a guard facing the sea, trying in vain to bring in stones to fill a ravine that could never be filled.

Esther had a lot of questions, a lot of "whys", and she couldn't understand why Beckland, who had been surging undercurrents, had come to this point, so brutally and ruthlessly stuffing suffering into the mouths of the Eastside residents, forcing them to swallow the most unreasonable fruits of death.

She didn't know about the intricacies behind this, she didn't know that Aurora would join forces with the Witch Sect to plan a catastrophe, and she didn't know that Ince Zangwill's script for another city with 0-08 was created.

The sprinkling of light began to give her back continuously, stuffing the despair and pain of the dying into Esther's mind, their calls, prayers, and curses, all of which were clearly perceived by the points of light, and Esther continued to resonate with them.

"Bastard! Bullshit! Why!? I can't fall here, I have to go home, I'll be able to go home for the New Year soon, why ......"

"My chest seems to be on fire, can anyone help me......"

"Mom, wake up, don't close your eyes! I'm so scared, ahem! ”

"No matter who it is, no matter what god is, please! Help me! It hurts, my whole body hurts......"

"I don't want to die! I don't want to die, who's going to save me!? ”

"I hate the weather, my body doesn't listen to me anymore. I'm sorry, father, mother, my letter can't be sent......"

"It's so uncomfortable, it's terrible! Why is this happening? Those damn smog! ”

"The Wind Comes......"

"Am I going to die? Is that the end of it? ”

Esther seems to have become a beacon, unfiltered, containing all the emotions and demands of her own head, and she is being forced to witness what is not hers.

That's too heavy for anyone.

Esther's running movements became more and more mechanical, the voices in her head like a symphony that echoed in the grandest of halls, struggles, collisions, and swirls percussions in her perception, reverberating with an illusory aftermath.

But she never lost sight of her original goal, and Esther reached out into the air where nothing existed, and she seemed to vaguely grasp a thin spider silk, the fragile soft thread that was in danger and seemed to be torn off at any moment.

A little more, a little more time......

The speed of time around her was slowly lengthened, which made her run faster and faster, and the light escaping from behind her continued to erode the range of the mist, propping up more and more conspicuous light films, covering more and more unconscious East Side residents who had passed out on the side of the street and covered them under her protection.

But on the other hand, the resonance that Esther felt became more and more intense, and even if she was still the reef that greeted the wave at this moment, there would always be a moment when she could not support it, and was crushed into powder by those desperate voices.

It's not enough, it's not enough!

Esther finally runs into an alley and sees the rabbit with tears in the corners of her eyes and her eyes gradually losing focus, and Jayne, a dark-haired boy next to him.

The thread in her hand suddenly snapped.

“…… Rabbit? ”

Esther threw herself at the boy's side, and under the palm of her hand over his chest, only the fainter and faintest sound of her heartbeat was heard.

When he heard Esther's voice, the rabbit's eyes suddenly returned to clarity, and his eyes focused on Esther's unmasked, exposed face.

The rabbit coughed and chuckled softly, "Haha, I'll just say, Jayne said you were disfigured...... Must have lied to me......"

The pale golden ring spread out quickly along Esther's palm, quickly covering the rabbit and Jayne's bodies, keeping them alive until the moment before death came.

Esther's body trembled, and the dots of light were still spreading outward, but there were so few lives she could salvage.

"Hamel...... Save us ......"

The rabbit raised his hand vigorously and grabbed Esther's wrist, his eyes sometimes chaotic and sometimes awake, repeating the state of the moment.

Esther closed her eyes, tears drenching through her mind's constant wails and cries for help.

"What a willful request."

Another voice rang out from the depths, crossing the endless pain of the living and touching Esther's consciousness.

"Want to save them?"

I want to save them.

"Why?"

Because that's what I think.

"Even if nothing will change? Their fate is still the same, humble, short and small, without any waves, and life can easily perish. ”

I know that even if nothing changes, even if there are still struggles and troubles...... I also hope that they will live along the infinite possibilities of the future, wherever they may be.

The voice seemed to have been silent for a long time, but time had no meaning to the conversation, and reality had only passed for a blink of an eye.

The humming sound grew more and more intense, as if a door had been pushed open in the depths of Esther's mind.

"Then call my name and pray to me."

Esther opened her eyes suddenly, and the underside of her eyes turned from light to black, and a light quickly lit up from them, as if to dispel all the fog that had enveloped the place.

She opened her mouth and chanted one sentence after another as she was guided by the guidance in her mind:

"The Shadow of a Shattered Destiny ......"

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