All our hopes died , with the death of the owner of the light. scream... emptiness... again and again. We lost our faith , lost everything madness... blood... endless darkness... I remember , obviously. when she raised. the one without eyes , but believed that she smells the light , feels it... Called herself the heritage of light. our Last hope... Last chance... The fire of hope sparked again in our scared hearts... Hard decision ! but we trusted , we trusted again .... cause , LIGHT , was all we looked for.