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In the furiously blazing flames, there is a black shadow writhing. The child’s eyes, stained by the fiery demon, are fixed on the agonizing dance. The skin, where embers have burrowed in, is in agony. But he could not turn his head. This was because a human figure had rushed toward the dancing shadow.

The child’s mind was too immature to fully accept the horrific scene. His consciousness was fading fast. However, just before his mind snapped amidst the stench of the all-consuming fire, the child saw it.

It was, unmistakably, a smile.