Gelman?!
And... I... we?
Shira looked behind Gelman, and only then spotted two familiar figures.
Shizuku held one hand over her forehead, trying and failing to keep the rain from blurring her glasses. With her other hand, she gave Shira a small wave in greeting.
Kurapika was drenched from head to toe, his blond hair hanging limp against his stern face, but it did nothing to diminish his imposing presence.
Gelman, Shizuku, Kurapika... They really came. They really came... My call brought them here!
Shira hadn't dared to hope for much. But... most importantly... she really had brought them here!
Still, Kurapika's presence came as a surprise. She had thought the boy would never get involved in Meteor City's crisis.
Perhaps he hadn't intended to help after all... Shira soon figured out why Kurapika had come.
The Phantom Troupe was here, too.
Kurapika reached out and hauled Shira to her feet from where she sat in the mud.
"How strange," he said calmly. "I don't know why, but every time I run into you, Shira, I end up rescuing you."
Shira was already feeling conflicted, and that remark left her unable to get a single word out.
In the gray, rainy night, the other Demons began to react one after another, turning to look toward Gelman and the others.
It was hard not to notice him. The Sacred Moonlight Greatsword in his hands was simply too conspicuous—huge, beautiful, and sacred.
Only then did the Demons notice that one of their own had been killed by Gelman and the others.
They raised their guns almost like a well-trained band of mercenaries and opened fire on Gelman's group.
Bang, bang, bang—
Clang, clang, clang—
Bullets poured out without restraint, spraying toward Gelman and the others.
Before Shira could react, the clatter of