With her eyes wide open, she screamed hysterically.

　　"No!"

　　She stared at the child and rushed to him with all her strength, stretching out her hand to catch the child

　　But it was too far away for her.

　　The corner of the child's clothes rubbed against her fingertips.

　　A stream of warm blood splashed on her face.

　　In the blurry vision, a large area of scarlet blood blossomed like flowers.

　　It was the flesh and blood of her broken child.

　　In a daze, Ivy stared at the black and terrible instrument without any reaction, just like a dull puppet without soul.

　　The child died in front of her.

　　Just like...