| August 4, 2207. |

Birds spread their wings in the sky, squinting.

Victory belongs to China.

Aiden was handcuffed. Defeat was a miserable sight.

Sitting on a stretcher, he was injected with a sedative.

Crow. Golden Sun.

Crows let their flesh and blood fall. But the Sun had risen.

The golden sunlight shone on his body, face, lips, hair, eyelashes, cheeks.

The endless knot bled, but miraculously remained intact after the tragic battle.

Everyone could clearly see the darkness and desolation in his eyes. They thought it was weariness. But more than that, there was a deep sadness and hope.

How would he live? How would you live? How would his enemy live?

The answer might be harsh. That he had become a tool, that you were dead, and that his time was up.

But a strange relief grew in him.

He thought first of himself.

He had lived.

He had fulfilled his promise.

The endless knot hung around his neck. You would live forever in him. He was half dead, but also had entrusted half of himself to you.