Inside the cave, Isley felt the restraints around him suddenly loosen. He immediately strained to break free.
He recovered from the position in which he had been hanging in midair.
Then, struggling to control the changes in his body, he gradually began to take on a human form.
"The longer I stay awakened, the more the corruption takes hold. Damn it."
Isley, now in human form, rubbed his head.
Things had actually been all right at first. But then he'd been caught in a trap and had his leg blown off, and after those two strange fellows showed up, the change had started to become irreversible...
"I wonder why they suddenly let me go."
But before his self-mocking remark had even ended, Mak'bara's hoarse voice came from behind him.
"Of course, it's because of us..."
"Teresa..."
The current generation of Claymores looked at Teresa and the others before them, their expressions complicated.
After all the upheavals, the Organization had been reduced to little more than a name under the invaders' pursuit.
The humans who actually ruled the Organization had all been killed by poison gas, leaving many of the Claymores at a loss.
Meanwhile, with the pressure from outside gone, the Awakened under Isley began to grow restless.
But before they could say anything, Mak'bara had already subdued them all.
"Excellent specimens. Very good. Mayuri Kurotsuchi will definitely be willing to help me fix my claws."
Although the Awakened had also received a certain degree of enhancement, these "frail mortal bodies" were still utterly insignificant before a Catastrophe-level being.
Even the strongest among them, Isley, could only end up a prisoner!
As the other groups gradually arrived, the cleanup work that followed became much easier.
With a group of Catastrophe-level big shots leading the way, they were overwhelmingly powerful