The youth's breathing and pulse grew weaker and weaker, and the sound of Black's voice also became more and more distant.
But he could feel the burning in his chest.
That kind of burning…
Once, in a similar situation, he was betwixt life and death.
That inky jade-like blackness, that scarlet cloak, that saber that hardly ever left its sheath.
That figure that had stepped through the Galaxy!
That figure that also tore through space when it left!
Is that you… Shura?
The youth's chaotic consciousness, after suffering heavy damage, somehow clearly transmitted such a sentence of longing.
Yet, other than a sudden increase in heart rate, he was powerless to do anything more.
And his consciousness, just after that brief moment of clarity, plunged back into silence and confusion.
That invisible fluctuation, however, did not falter for even a fraction due to the appearance of his consciousness, nor was it discovered by anyone.
It lit up, then dimmed.
