Despair, Dread, and Desolation

"It's my fault...it's my fault…" 

Jae-Seong repeated as he looked down at the mangled, split corpse of the Lucrauvian woman. As he looked down at her pale face that had become layered in gashes and blood, his eyes lost their tint as his lips stayed parted. 

"No...it's not over yet...come on…!"

Placing his hands over her chest, one resting over the other, he began to pump her chest as if trying to restart her still heart. 

"Come on, Yuri! You're not done yet!"

After a few more pressed, he leaned down as his mouth met hers, breathing his desperate breaths into her still warm husk before continuing to press down on her chest. 

In the midst of a battle, it was a dreadful sight for Ren's eyes; the futile effort to save somebody who had clearly already resigned from the plane of the living. 

It's no use, Jae-Seong...she's already...Ren thought.