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Wei Dong gently raised his hands, a serene and powerful magic flowing within him. His movements were graceful and solemn, akin to how a true warrior would treat a respected opponent. Across from him, Xiong Wen'an closed his eyes in satisfaction under Wei Dong's respectful gaze, deep memories of his kin gradually surfacing in his heart.
He recalled the glory and disasters of the Birdman Tribe, the beautiful images of the palace intertwined with painful destruction, forming an indelible mark in his heart. He remembered how the palace of the Birdman Tribe once shone brilliantly under the blue sky, but with each human invasion and natural disaster, those magnificent structures gradually crumbled, the palace fell, leaving only the sacred city still resisting the desolation of the world.
Xiong Wen'an's life bore witness to the decline of his people and the transformation of their former glory into ashes. The H1N1 pandemic had claimed many lives among them; he helplessly watched as relatives and friends departed one by one. Continuous human attacks left the Birdman Tribe homeless, forcing them to flee and wander across the globe.
In this final moment of life, Xiong Wen'an felt a sense of tranquility. His spirit seemed to be purified by Wei Dong's respect and reverence, allowing him to finally let go of all hatred and pain, peacefully welcoming his own conclusion.
Under Wei Dong's watchful eyes, Xiong Wen'an's lips slowly moved as he began to hum a distant song softly, his voice gentle yet carrying a mournful rhythm: "Dot dot dot... dot dot dot... dot dot dot..." This song contained Xiong Wen'an's endless longing for his homeland, reminiscences of better times past, and mourning for what was lost. Each "dot" held behind it a segment of Birdman Tribe history, a suffering from a great plague, memories of war, and separations within families. This song was not only Xiong Wen'an's personal memory but also a collective memoir of the entire Birdman Tribe—a testament to their former glory and disasters.
The ancient melody seemed like a time tunnel that transported Wei Dong back to distant historical eras. He could feel the profound emotions and rich cultural heritage embedded within the song. The sorrow and melancholy expressed in the singing deeply touched his soul, making him feel as if he were immersed in Xiong Wen'an's homeland, resonating with his feelings.
Xiong Wen'an's voice was like a gentle spring of memories connecting his spirit to the golden years of the past—a time filled with tumultuous changes, shared glories with his kin. Each note seemed to narrate moving stories, vivid images etched deeply in his heart.
Wei Dong listened quietly, a tinge of sorrow rising within him as he deeply felt Xiong Wen'an's dignity and sadness in these final moments. He understood that this song was Xiong Wen'an's last gift in life, a final farewell to his people. In the melody of this ancient song, Xiong Wen'an slowly extinguished the light of his life with the dignity of a warrior and the tenderness of a poet, concluding his journey.
Xiong Wen'an's eyelids slowly closed as he let his head droop weakly—a figure who had completely laid down all burdens. Wei Dong stood before him with deep-set eyes and extended his palm, from which a drop of golden magic slowly seeped from his fingertips. This drop seemed to contain great power and profound compassion as it gently flew toward Xiong Wen'an, precisely landing on his forehead.
When this drop of golden magic touched Xiong Wen'an's skin, a strange transformation began to occur. His body started to disintegrate from the top down—not turning into dust but transforming into tiny light points of pale green that radiated a gentle glow as they slowly ascended.
With the last rays of sunlight fading away, these light points appeared to bid farewell to the world. They gradually rose into the air before finally dissipating in the sky as if carrying Xiong Wen'an's soul to another realm. In that endless universe, his soul would continue to exist forever—becoming part of history and an eternal symbol for the Birdman Tribe.
This scene was silent and sacred; everything around seemed to temporarily hold its breath. Only Wei Dong’s elongated shadow cast on the ground appeared as if it were guarding Xiong Wen'an for one last time. Throughout this process, Wei Dong’s expression was filled with respect and reverence; he used his power to provide this brave warrior with the most glorious conclusion.
At that moment, Wei Dong felt a connection between his spirit and Xiong Wen'an's soul. He knew that his actions would be remembered forever by the Birdman Tribe, becoming a part of history. Although Xiong Wen'an had departed from this world, his spirit would always exist in the hearts of the people, becoming an immortal legend.
God Tone watched Wei Dong's back, unable to suppress the emotions surging within him. Finally, at the moment Wei Dong turned around, his legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the rubble. His voice was hoarse from excitement and exhaustion, yet filled with urgency. "Brother! Everyone... is barely hanging on! Hurry and find someone to help!" He pointed to a nearby pile of debris where Polnareff, Sergeant Rad, Sunan, Yolo, and Yanyan were all in disarray, lying on the ground, some unable to move at all.
Wei Dong turned around, his brow furrowed as he surveyed his companions in such dire straits. Worry filled his heart. He had always been the leader and soul of the group, and seeing them so worn out weighed heavily on him.
Polnareff's uniform was tattered, with wounds oozing blood as he lay lifelessly in a corner. Sergeant Rad had completely lost consciousness and was the most severely injured. Sunan tried hard to maintain his composure, but his trembling fingers betrayed his inner anxiety and fear. Meanwhile, Yolo and Yanyan huddled together nearby, their faces haggard and their eyes filled with despair and helplessness.
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