A trickle of warmth slid down the corner of my eye, and my strength began to drain away. I wanted to say something, but my throat was dry and scratchy, making it impossible to speak. If I didn't speak now, there would be no more chance.,Wandering through misty mountains and streams, I splash ink to paint landscapes in crimson hues.,Thirdly, regardless of the enemy's strength, one must exert all their effort and fight with ruthlessness and bloodthirst when attacking.。