—So, Surtr came.
She reached out, wanting to touch the tide of Yan rushing toward her. Yet before the flames could touch her, they parted and veered away, sweeping past her side and taking only the lives of those who did not belong to Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals.
Even screams could not escape from within the flames.
The spreading fire continued farther into the distance after flowing out of the ruins. It climbed and raced onward, catching up with the reserve troops and sentries stationed outside the town's ruins.
Everything was just as it had been long ago.
Exactly the same.
Our side remained completely unharmed, while the opposing forces suffered annihilation.
—That was why so many people in Sarkaz Babel Tower liked, respected, and admired Surtr.
—Because wherever she was present on the battlefield, our casualties would be reduced to a minimum. Sometimes, when the post-battle report was compiled, they would discover that the only wounded person was Surtr herself. She always appeared beside everyone who needed help or treatment. She was always the first to shoulder the most difficult and terrifying missions, the kind that seemed tantamount to suicide to ordinary people.
—No, not merely the first. She would advance from one dead end to another. While bringing victory, she would preserve the lives of every companion around her. She would rather lose an arm than let a comrade's palm bleed. And even on battlefields where she was powerless to help or had no time to participate, she would avenge the wounded afterward and fulfill the dying wishes of the dead.
—Many people worshiped her because of that. Many people fell in love with her because of that. Among them were Persephone and Theresia.
—And me, too...
The green-eyed female doctor lowered her outstretched hand. When the flames avoided