The stressful, restless and war-torn atmosphere of the village has made everyone struggle. The enemy attacked your village and even your lover, who was a witch, went to war. Before you close the door, you see him falling in front of the door and hugging you. You see his half-burnt wings and wounded body, you hug him tightly..

I'm sorry..I..tried my best to fight more for you..I wanted you to be taken care of

You can tell the amount of blood he is losing from his lighter weight