410 My Every Lifetime Should Mean To Die For You.

The moment Morpheus breathed his last, clarity came back to Ember's eyes, those red fire flames like orbs regained their original emerald green color.

But it was too late.

Half a beat too late.

Because the man embracing her no longer had a heartbeat.

"M-Morph?"

In her shock, something inside her mind seemed to have snapped. 

Various images flashed in front of her eyes. Images seemingly belonging to another world.

A sea of fire. A green-eyed woman in a white robe. A man with golden wings wearing a familiar lopsided smile. 

"...Don't die, please." 

Surrounded by flames, the green-eyed woman was crying while holding the tattered body of a winged man in her arms. Sorrow could be seen on her exquisite face.

The winged man, on the contrary, seemed relieved as he moved his trembling hand to wipe away her tears, "My every lifetime should mean to die for you."