The Laments of Tongtong

Although the elderly man looked to be in his twilight years, the sword in his hand still shone with its previous glory. However, there was still a limit to what he could do now and one could see his hands starting to tremble as he raised his sword once again to slay a Wolf Demon. The expression in his eyes was not one of panic but lament.

'Is this the end of the road for me? Well, I guess it's better to die while fighting. It's just that… I'll never be able to go home now,' thought the elderly man. He turned up his face to look at the sky and found his vision being blurred by the tears in his eyes. 

"Grandfather Tongtong, Grandfather Tongtong—" chorused a wave of young voices, each filled with panic behind him. There were slightly older kids who had taken up arms, too. They looked at his figure from behind and their eyes, too, started to get red.