"I'm sorry…Resha."
"Please…survive!"
"As long as you live, the Mammoth Clan has hope to continue its existence."
"Live, Resha, live!"
"…Resha…"
"RESHA!"
"Urgh!" Seated on a sand dune at a spot two kilometres from the Sandy-Grey Void was Resha, his body covered with sweat. His expression seemed unfocused while his eyes exhibited pain.
Every breath he took reminded him of the final moments of his Mammoth Clansmen, those he was in charge of protecting. Every time they died, they only prayed for his survival. As long as he lives, the Mammoth Clan will revive eventually.
But that never happened, as it was all a product of Renduldu's future sight as he created Sumatra Chronicles, 'I know that's the truth, but still…'