Carol was taken aback, then realized what he meant: "You're not planning to leave?"

Randall lowered his head and gently kissed his wife's forehead: "I can't leave Barbara alone. With me by her side, at least she won't be lonely."

Faced with the pleading look in Randall's eyes, Carroll neither tried to persuade nor objected, but simply uttered a single word.

"good."

Aldenan looked at Randall holding Barbara, then at Carol with a resolute expression, and in that instant, he suddenly understood the story between the three of them.

Some of the deep-seated ice within have quietly cracked.

Inside the tent, the elven female healers were busy packing equipment and supplies.

Carole held the child helplessly, as if she were holding a fragile, precious antique.

As everyone left the tent, Carol, carrying the child, was the last to leave.

He turned around and took one last look at the man inside the tent, who was holding his wife with a happy expression on his face. Then he carefully lowered the tent flap and decided not to disturb them any longer.

The blood-red sky shone on the tent, casting a crimson reflection.

Barbara's originally bloodless body seemed to slowly regain a touch of brightness because of this splash of red.

Outside the door, the shadow of the undead gradually approached, and the sounds of the city walls and towers collapsing grew louder.

Randall, holding his wife, slowly closed his eyes.

In his familiar dreamland, there was no more mist or wailing, only boundless beauty under the sunlight and a beautiful ballad sung by a woman.

I traveled far to the west on a pilgrimage.

"I offer a bouquet of sea dianthus flowers to those on the other side of the sea."

A bright blue knight's longsword, born in the flames of war.

"With a profusion of sea dianthus flowers, adorning the front yard of my hometown."

Please let me return to my homeland, regardless of life or death.

Returning to one's homeland...