The frigid wind, heavy with the stench of blood, swept through the shattered streets. Beneath the dim heavens, dust-covered screens lay buried amid the ruins.
Suddenly, those screens flashed white. Dense static snow filled their displays, while the faint crackle of electric currents emerged from every broadcasting device in Osaka. These electronic devices, long abandoned due to a lack of power, had suddenly resumed normal operation.
The residents gathered together—arguing, silent, praying, or slaughtering one another—were all stunned at once and turned toward the ruins.
"Crackle, crackle, crackle..."
After a brief pause, a fragmented voice suddenly came through the screens.
"Can... crackle... can you hear me?"
The moment that voice echoed through the city, the Black Killer Group members riding motorcycles through the streets to maintain the evacuation order froze.
They all turned to look at the screens flickering with static amid the ruins by the street corners, and the light in their eyes gradually brightened!
"That voice..."
"Grand Leader! It's the Grand Leader!"
"Other than those three words, the Japanese is incredibly awkward... It's definitely the Grand Leader!"
"The Grand Leader is back?!"
"..."
Among the excitedly speculating Black Killer Group members, Imori Hiroshi's face was filled with exhilaration. He hurried into the nearby ruins, dug out an old radio, and turned the volume all the way up.
The voice continued from the radio:
"I am Shen Qingzhu, Grand Leader of the Black Killer Group. If you can hear this message, I need your help..."
At the center of the Magic Array.
Lin Qiye landed beside Yurina Takishiro's body and looked worriedly at An Qingyu beside him.
"How is he?"
"He'll be fine. He can be saved." An Qingyu adjusted his glasses and spoke calmly. "The suppressive effect of the drug has merely faded, leaving him in a