Eye

As if her palm was pierced, the blood stained the strip of cloth she used to wrap her left palm, and then dripped down the palm to the ground.

Realizing that something was wrong, Sekura quietly left the bounty hunter group and walked into the nearby woods.

After killing the trailing hunter, Secura took the cloth strip apart to reveal the mark on her left hand.

Amidst the blood gushing out of the mark, the guide bug crawled out without her order.

After leaving the blood-stained left hand, the guide bug flew in front of Secura.

The black on the guide worm slowly retreated, leaving a white body.

"No! Impossible!" With his eyes wide open, Secura shouted out of control.

This guide bug was split from the teacher's guide bug. There is only one reason why it appears white, that is, the original guide bug died, and the death of the guide bug means the death of the host.

"How...how is it possible..." In Secura's perception, the teacher is the strongest person, and should not die in the mission, but it is impossible for the guide bug to make a mistake.

"Teacher...teacher..." Sekura's whole body trembled, even his voice was vibrato, and his vision was blurred by the gradually gushing tears.

[Don't cry, Secura. ] Just as tears were about to flow out, Sekura seemed to hear the teacher's voice.

So Sekura held back her tears, her body no longer trembling, even though her heart was very uncomfortable.

Take off the shoes on your feet, put your left hand on your chest, and kneel on the ground with your right hand.

"The only messenger of the earth, the guardian of Tirla, the venerable Abelido, in the name of the ancient oath, let the eyes return to the earth." Close your eyes and dedicate your heartfelt prayer to Abelius flower.

After saying the prayer, Sekura remained half-kneeling.

Sad, sad, miss or, complaining, resentment, now she should not think about these.

Calm, she must be calmer than ever, just because what she's going to do next can't tolerate failure.

Whether it's for the teacher or for yourself.

The earth wind passed by her and gently caressed her cheek, and the small voice that was inaudible at first slowly turned into a soft whisper in her ear.

The ever-changing voice, whether malicious or kind, contains everything.

As long as there is a trace of life above the earth, it will not stop. It belongs to the sound of the earth.

It was the voice she thought she would never hear again.

"Supreme Abelido, I have heard your blessing, and I will guide the return of the eye."