Fyu was standing there, on a hill nearby a human village. His short grey hair were swinging because of the wind, and breathing was making some kind of smoke because of the coldness.

He was looking down at the village, his face calm but also sad. His fists were clanched, and he was biting his upper lips.

All this life in the last human village. It was all going to waste. He had to give life to babies. To make flowers grow and to make the nature bright green. But why bother if it was all going to end because of Zuu.

"Why bother if it's all going to vanish.."