It's all one flower.

I also followed up with the terrorists I was talking to whispering about whether the story had come together.

Even somewhat far, it is safer and faster to go through the road than to go straight into the rubble. Leno and the others followed the same route.

The sky gets darker and darker.

In just a few minutes, outside the [light] range was wrapped in darkness.

I can hear people whispering. I don't know what it is, but it's a contentious voice.

Cruillo quickened his gait silently. Amana says nothing and follows a small run.

I went out to a place where I could clearly hear my voice.

It's the driveway and promenade by the canal. Burned broken street trees and shaky street lights line up all the way.

In the twilight, I saw a group of contenders.

Notice the approaching [light] and turn this way simultaneously. The voice stopped and both sides stopped moving.

"Cruillo!"

Leno screams. I gazed into the darkness. Childhood taming falls to the ground and another rolls beside him.

"Pina, lend me that. Amana, Tis, stay right here."

"Morph, wait here. Protect the girls."

Leaving four in the dark by the street lamp, he rushes [the lamp] to his hand.

Miscellaneous demons that keep them afield fled out of the [light] range.

It was the radio owner who was falling beside Leno.

Five adult men just ten steps away. One of them catches a medic (dull) biting a monkey (sawdust) with a wingspan (haha) squeeze.

Older terrorists have moles all over their faces. He pushed a fracture in his left arm and struggled to save the pharmacist.

The men also deserve the Cruillos with sharp eyes as their faces swell and exhale rough breaths from their cut lips.

"The people of the lake are healers. You know what happens when you get your hands on it, right?

A terrorist captain spoke out in such a manner that it was nothing.

The men don't move.

The captain put his hand on the reinforcement of the [light]. I perceive the intention, and Cruillo releases his hand. At that moment, the captain packed the time with a jump. The light pulls its tail, and the man in front is flown back.

By the time he understood that he had carried out a thrust with reinforcing steel, another man was knocked down, and soon after he said that there was a cruello, the man who caught the medic (dull) held his right eye and squatted.

The liberated pharmacist removed the monkey (sawdust) himself and rushed over to the fallen Leno.

The elderly terrorist also regained his will and slapped his fist into the belly of the man nearby. A man with a body folded into two folds collapses, spitting stomach fluids. If it weren't for the fracture in one arm, he could have cleaned up the thug by himself.

In an instant, four people were defeated, and not only one left, but Cruello stood still.

Return to me, man trying to escape. A captain pays that leg with reinforcement and an elderly terrorist kicks it in the head of a fallen enemy.

The first man to fall jumped up and headed this way.

Cruillo is rigid and unable to move at all. The man runs through the side of Kruillo to the darkness behind him.

A few seconds later, I heard my sisters screaming and arguing.

"Amanah!"

By the time Cruillo ran, it already had a piece on it.

A boy soldier puts a kick in the fallen man's dovetail many times.

"Are you okay?

"Brother!

Amana clings. I raised my voice less of a relief and cried.

A boy soldier carries (and raises) a man who has stopped moving. The [lights] of starlight and surgery are far away, to the extent that the contours of a person can be seen by spiciness.

One faceless figure disappeared.

One breath down, the water sounds.

From the captains, two, Mitsu and the water continue.

"Ya... stop... stop! The woman gave it back... just please."

A weak voice begs (cancer).

The voice of an elderly terrorist echoed in darkness.

"You guys, when these kids stopped, did you stop?

Shortly after, I heard a wild scream and the sound of something big falling into the water. Then there is the sound of a tap on the water.

It soon became deafening and silence returned to the banks of the canal.

"We're going back."

In the voice of the captain, the Cruillos approached the [lights].

Leno stands in his hand with a bag of fish. The lake people's pharmacist must have used some sort of healing technique. The other boy also stood supported by older terrorists.

The men earlier are nowhere to be found.

Miscellaneous demons crawl up from the canal.

Again, the captain urged me, and the ten returned to the camp without missing a single one.