Countless times when he couldn't hold on anymore, he gritted his teeth and told himself desperately, he must persist... he cannot give up... there is still someone waiting for you...
Before his eyes, a fiery red color, his eyes burning painfully, unable to open them. Countless times struggling on the edge of death, he dragged himself back by sheer willpower. This repeated over and over, leaving him utterly exhausted.
"Young man, why did you come here?" An ancient and rustic voice seemed to come from a distant place, clearly reaching his ears. Opening his eyes, he seemed to be in a chaotic world, with no way in or out, as if he was the only one between heaven and earth.
"Who is it?" He looked around, but could only hear his own echo, the world quiet as if he were encased in a flawless egg.
"Young man, I'm asking you a question?"
That voice came through again.
With fists clenched, he said word by word: "For the one I love."
