"Angel, did the 'Rose Bishop' you encountered have the ability to kill others like this?"
Leonard turned to Angel and asked.
She shook her head. "He did try to use 'Flesh Bomb' to blow himself up, but the Sealed Artifact suppressed his ability. He then shattered into a mass of flesh, which was somewhat similar to the scene here. But I don't know whether that ability can be used on other people."
"Then let's assume that it can be used on others, at least through some kind of medium," Leonard muttered. "Or perhaps he isn't merely a 'Rose Bishop,' but someone of a higher Sequence on the same pathway."
"That would make him Sequence 5. Would someone like that really need to rob and loot, causing such a citywide uproar over a little money?"
Angel found that hard to understand. A Sequence 5 Beyonder had far safer and more discreet ways to make money.
"It wasn't just cash and jewelry. He also took away some human tissue."
Old Neil reminded them from the side. He had already returned the glass bottles used in the ritual to the wooden box, leaving only the sheet of sketch paper depicting a gaunt man with black hair and brown eyes.
"Making money and obtaining more flesh—he could accomplish both at once. He could even provoke the local Nighthawks, Mandated Punishers, and Machinery Hivemind, satisfying desires he'd suppressed for a long time. That was probably what he was thinking. He was much like those criminals who drifted from place to place, repeatedly committing major crimes. They left after each job and didn't need to worry about their local influence, so they were usually utterly reckless and vicious in their methods."
Leonard looked grimly at the bloodstains and corpses scattered across the floor, speaking in a