It's all one flower.

"Gentle water, rely on my voice and rise up.

Drifting power, flushing, understanding, purifying power, fierce enemies.

Get up, rely on my will, tie your enemies. "

The water under the bed responds and crawls on the floor.

He crawled up the terrorist's leg and swallowed an automatic small gun during random fire. The bullet flicks into the water stream and builds up inside the water mass.

Terrorists try to pull their guns out of the water, but the water sticks around the barrel and doesn't leave.

An aunt full of coal stood up and commanded the water with powerful words.

A water mass wraps the head of another terrorist.

Terrorists strangled themselves while firing their guns. Water mass flows from nose to lung. The man with the star path armband broke himself and coughed hard. More water flows through the open mouth and a gun falls out of a man's hand.

The aunt, full of coal, pressed her belly with her hand and also hit the wall. Power falls out of his legs and sits down as he drifts. There was still red dirt on the wall.

The fallen terrorist was on the floor for a while, but soon stopped moving.

"... I fought my revenge."

Even the aunt I saw stopped moving.

The water that was wrapping the terrorist's head spreads across the floor.

A terrorist who shot up a bullet tries to throw down his gun.

Every arm is entangled in a stream of water, and the barrel is pressed. With his other hand, he picked up his buddy's gun that fell on the floor.

An old man who was falling clings to the feet of a terrorist.

Pull the feet of the powerless people of the Kirkurs with a force that I do not think moved as if they had died earlier.

Terrorists shot guns indiscriminately as they fell. Even if the old man gets shot, he won't let go. From floor to wall to ceiling, countless holes are pierced.

A burned man drowned a terrorist in the same way as an aunt full of coal.

There is also water noise from the hospital room across the street that separates the wall from the hallway. By the same means over there, the sick and the refugees, I suppose, are fighting terrorists.

The hospital room becomes quiet.

Awellana opened her fearful eyes and woke her half.

Lost control of the water spreads to the floor.

Blood buildup and flesh pieces, debris scattered, clothes and green hair visible in the gaps, but no voice.

The bodies of wet terrorists, refugees painted on coal and blood. Slightly surviving people are not intact either.

My father groaned.

Awellana stood up like she had been played. The bed is stained red with fine debris and bedding full of holes.

"Father!

My father, who sank himself into bed, turns to his daughter.

It's been a long time since my father and daughter's gaze fitted.

Awellana holds my father's hand.

The old man held his hand back firmly. In the voice of a ghost, I call my daughter by her true name.

"Olay hovka......"

My daughter turned her ear closer to my father's mouth. A thin, haunted voice calls my daughter's true name.

"Bijeraya Oleyhovka Lisnoy Alleyf... Everyone's gonna live longer too"

"Father..."

Out of my father's hands, suddenly my powers were lost.

Awellana...... Bivieraya Oleyhovka Lisnoy Allef looks at my father's face. Those eyes didn't look at anything anymore.