"Maybe today? Maybe tomorrow? Everyone was counting the days, waiting for that day to come. Order was already on the verge of complete collapse. The Bladesmen could no longer save more people, and even after the Twelve Oni Gods were all annihilated, riots had broken out more than once."
They had risked their lives to save more people and protect Izumo, but what if Izumo was destined to be destroyed?
Would their sacrifices still have any meaning?
The Twelve Oni Gods had all been slain, but the promised future had never arrived.
Many people began to waver in the faith they had held to, or even gave up entirely. Some vented their resentment on those who tried to flee.
Others had grown numb and refused to believe in fate. They continued obeying orders and maintaining the precarious order.
After hearing Sirin, Kiana's emotions grew even more complicated. All she could do was force out a dry apology.
"It's not your fault."
Sirin gave her an odd look and said, "The Honkai only accelerated the process. They all said it was a shame there was so little time. Even the people at the research institute hadn't managed to figure out much."
"There really isn't any other price to pay?"
Sirin couldn't help confirming it with her again.
"This price is already enormous."
"I don't think so."
Sirin shook her head and said, "When are we retreating?"
"Aren't you going to ask what I intend to do?"
"No matter what you intend to do, all I can do now is trust you, can't I?"
I only rescued you from Imaginary Space once.
Kiana's heart was a tangled mess.
The weight of that trust always made her feel as if she had betrayed its purity.
There was no way she could have done