The deck was in chaos, filled with screams and gunfire.
Amid a pool of blood, a golden figure giggled.
She casually tossed aside a mangled body and glanced at the crowd retreating in terror, yet she inexplicably found it all rather dull.
They're back? They're all back?
".Really, is this what it feels like to be alive?"
Her lake-colored eyes turned completely golden, and her soul, which had never been stable, once again became restless.
The blood on the ground began to flow backward, trickling bit by bit into the girl's shadow.
Yet the vast amount of "life" was not absorbed by her. The instant it came into contact with her, it solidified into golden "crystal."
Large crystals embedded themselves in the ship's deck one after another. Each was translucent and gleaming, yet invisible ripples seemed to echo within them.
Kerdales had not lied, but neither had she told the whole truth.
To preserve the strength and potential of the "newborns," after acquiring the possibilities of Kerdales from other worlds, she had not simply turned them into "clones."
"Just Kerdales alone is meaningless."
Greedy as she was, she feared that there would be too much "repetition" among her counterparts from Other Worlds.
So, while nurturing them, she added extra possibilities—possibilities on the physical level, and at the genetic level.
As her desire to kill was satisfied, the girl calmed down again. Her lake-colored eyes swept across the surroundings, seeing only prey now, with far less humanity in them.
At her command, the golden crystals gradually rose and floated in the air.
"Boom!"
When they fell to the ground again, the crystals split open, and knights made of Yellow Crystal emerged from within.
There were ordinary soldiers, towering Tower Guards, bishops in splendid robes, and attendants—these "dolls" that clearly resembled Western