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At this critical moment, Feren felt an unprecedented surge of courage. He looked at Edric lying on the ground, covered in blood, and made a determined decision not to give up. He knew that he was not just fighting for himself, but also for Edric and for all the people who had placed their hopes in them. Feren clenched his fists tightly, took a deep breath, and charged towards the orc.
The orc was still immersed in its own roar, and the sudden attack caught it off guard. Feren's fist firmly struck the orc's already burnt area, delivering not only a physical blow but also a significant blow to the orc's morale. The orc let out a more agonizing roar than before, the pain driving it into a state of complete rage.
The orc reacted with astonishing speed and once again grabbed Feren with its massive, unmatched arm. This time, its eyes were filled with the promise of a despairing death for Feren. Feren struggled in the air, trying to break free from the orc's grasp, but the vast difference in strength made it nearly impossible for him to move.
In this moment of life and death, Feren's heart was filled with endless sorrow and resentment, but more so with deep admiration for Edric's indomitable fighting spirit. He knew that even in the face of certain death, they must never lose their dignity as warriors.
When the blade of the knife deeply pierced Pierre's neck under the force of Feren, in that instant, time seemed to freeze. Pierre's body stiffened instantly, a nameless shock and panic spread from the bottom of his heart. His eyes quickly changed from anger to fear, a despair in the face of inevitable death.
He tried to struggle hard, trying to throw Feren away from him, but the sharp blade of the knife seemed to have drawn an unhealable wound on his neck. Every movement caused fresh blood to gush out like it was free, and he felt his life force rapidly slipping away.
Pierre's breathing became rapid and difficult, as if each breath had to be painfully drawn in. His vision began to blur, everything around him became unclear, and the sounds gradually faded, leaving only the slow and heavy beating of his own heart in his ears.
In the last few seconds of his life, Pierre's thoughts strangely became clear. He thought of his distant family, remembered the days he fought for glory, and the time spent with his comrades. However, all memories and future dreams became small and powerless in this moment, as the immense shadow of death completely engulfed him.
When the cold sense of death enveloped him, Pierre finally lost his last bit of strength. His arms hung weakly, and his whole body collapsed to the ground. The anger and rage in his eyes gradually extinguished, replaced by a deep darkness. In that moment, Pierre finally understood that no matter how much he roared and struggled, death would ultimately come equally to all life.
The beast fell heavily, creating a heavy silence in the Control room. Feren immediately ran to the fallen Edric disregarding everything, anxiously shouting, "Edric? Are you still there?" Edric struggled to open his swollen eyes and, in his blurry vision, saw Feren's worried face. In pain, Edric managed to raise a faint smile, a recognition of the tenacity and determination of this young man's attachment to life. In that moment, the unspoken trust and strong will between the two shone even brighter in the shadow of death.
Edric's voice was weak and intermittent, as if every word was uttered with all his strength, " Archangel... I leave it to you... Feren..." Upon hearing these words, Feren's eyes filled with astonishment and disbelief. He gently lifted Edric's face with his hands, his eyes filled with panic and unwillingness to accept, his voice urgent and fearful, "Hey! Don't fall asleep! I... I haven't learned anything yet?" Edric smiled, a deep compassion and endless tenderness, as if he wanted to convey all hope and courage to the young man in front of him, "There will be a chance... there will be a chance." His voice was like a distant wind, gentle and distant. Then, Edric's eyes slowly closed, as if sinking into a deep dream, never to open again.
As Edric's last breath faded away, a warm light suddenly floated from his body. This light was light and firm, rising slowly towards the core of Archangel. This light seemed to be the final bond between Edric and Archangel, carrying all his will and strength, giving Archangel a new vitality. Under the illumination of this light, Archangel trembled slightly, as if in response to this gift, once again showing its indomitable posture.
Feren stood by Edric's side, tears silently streaming down his grimy cheeks. In this moment, his heart was filled with complex emotions: sorrow, gratitude, loneliness... and a hint of newfound determination. He looked out the window to a scene of destruction—smoke and flames blanketing the ground, mercilessly consuming Abalar City, leaving it in a state of apocalyptic silence. A heavy sense of responsibility welled up in Feren's heart; he knew he had to take up Edric's unfinished mission, protect this land, and find hope for survival.
At the moment when the light vanished, a spark seemed to ignite in Feren's heart, a flame of conviction and courage left by Edric. Despite the daunting path ahead, despite being alone, he knew he had to continue forward—for Edric, for all those who lost their lives in this disaster, and for those still seeking light in the darkness.
Just as Feren was deeply immersed in sorrow, a burst of electronic sound suddenly rang out in the cockpit. The sound was so familiar, carrying a unique warmth and strength—it was Edric's voice. In addition to being shocked, Feren was filled with joy, almost unable to believe his ears.
"Don't just stand there foolishly, start helping with the rebuilding!" Edric's voice came through the mech's speakers, as if he had never left, always supporting Feren by his side.
Feren heard these words, and the shock in his heart cannot be described in words. Edric, this brave warrior, now continues to exist in the form of a machine spirit, and his will and spirit will always accompany Archangel, as well as Feren.
At that moment, a new hope and determination ignited in Feren's heart. He understood that his mission was far from over, and the rebuilding of Asra star had just begun. Feren will pilot Archangel, and with the courage and wisdom left to him by Edric, he will lead the people of this land towards a brand new future.
Standing alone in the control room, Feren took a deep breath and gripped the steering lever tightly, his heart filled with an unyielding fighting spirit. Edric's voice became his strongest support, making him believe that no matter how difficult the road ahead, as long as there is hope, they can overcome everything, for Asra star, for all living beings, and pave a new path.
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