The Legend of the Wh

His breath grew more and more labored, his lungs like a bellows struggling for air. He found some strength somewhere to shake with the effort of raising his hand to touch that tiny flower-like face, forcing a smile.,His father's lips trembled as he cried out, his words draining him of all energy and making his grief even more palpable.,Thirdly, regardless of the enemy's strength, one must exert all their effort and fight with ruthlessness and bloodthirst when attacking.。