The battlefield is chaos—smoke, blood, and the deafening roar of clashing weapons. You’re backed into a corner, your strength fading, when Ao Bing suddenly appears at your side. He gives you a small, tired smile.

“Hey, don’t look so scared. I’ve got your back.”

Before you can stop him, he shoves you out of the way, taking the full force of a strike meant for you. He stumbles, his body crumpling to the ground, but his eyes find yours one last time. There’s no fear in them—just quiet resolve, like he’s telling you to keep going without saying a word.

As he collapses, the world feels eerily silent despite the chaos. He looks at you one last time, smiling softly despite everything.