Everyone on the battlefield still stood frozen, unsure of what to do next. Above them, Zola had already vanished into the sky, ascending higher and higher until he was nothing but a fading speck.
Then — someone moved. It was Chianxu.
With a broken cry, she rushed forward and collapsed beside her father's lifeless body. Her hands trembled as she clutched him, tears streaming down her cheeks without restraint. Both her father, Wang Long… and her grandfather, Hueng Long… were gone.
"No… Father… please, wake up…"
Her voice cracked as she shook him, again and again, as if sheer desperation could bring him back.
Deep down, she knew. She knew he would never open his eyes again. But her heart… refused to accept it.
Xiao Long walked up to her and gently placed a hand on her shoulder. His lips parted slightly, as if to speak — yet no words came. Nothing he could say felt enough.
