“Noya…?” Noya’s upper body had been pierced through. Seeing it, I asked, hollowly. I tried to hurry toward him, but my vision reeled of its own accord. My legs kept buckling as if they’d lost strength. Gritting my teeth, I forced my knees to carry me forward. “Noya…? Noya.” I asked as I approached him. Noya looked at me and...
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