153 Her...wish

Twilight.

A time when the sun goes down on the horizon and the sun's rays scattered in the atmosphere creates a heartwarming scene.

Half golden and half dark with night, this horizon looked more fabulous in the vast grass fields.

A setting sun at the far horizon, the rising sad blue moon, the faraway stars, this dancing grass, the calm breeze... and an unfathomable beauty standing in the middle of this field.

She was stunning, as if a celestial being.

Her figure was undeniably perfect, and there was a fire in her pure blue eyes.

... real fire.

A fire that burned fiercely as a magic circle appeared before her.

The complex, golden magic circle shined with bright light and some peculiar chains wrapped around a boy's body came out of it.

His body... or maybe calling him a corpse would have been more appropriate if not for the eyes crying, the tears of blood, and his calm heartbeat.