Red. More red.
Blood red.
The whole world seemed to have been steeped in blood, filling the air with a thick, metallic stench. His vision was blurry, like a nearsighted person who'd taken off their glasses.
He didn't know where this was. He'd never been to a place like this.
His unease grew. It had nothing to do with his ability; it was more like the instinct people had to seek advantage and avoid harm. His subconscious told him this place was dangerous. Extremely dangerous.
He tried to take a step forward. The sensation beneath his feet made his heart tighten. The soil seemed soaked in blood, sticky underfoot.
Like a swamp that could swallow a person whole.
He activated his ability. Everything he saw now was a scene from No. 10's final moments, but it wasn't the whole picture. He could only see part of what had happened, perhaps just scattered fragments.
At that moment, No. 13 could confirm only two things.
First, he had never been here before.
Second, it looked like an extremely brutal battle had taken place here.
He gritted his teeth and struggled forward, trudging one step after another. He still hadn't seen anything useful—not even No. 10—and he wasn't willing to give up just yet.
Besides... he had only this one chance. He could use this kind of peering ability on the same person only once.
As time passed, the immense pressure gradually made it impossible for him to think. His vision dimmed. He knew he was nearing his limit when, suddenly, the bloody mist before him parted a little. The sight that emerged made his pupils tremble.
There!
He saw a figure with their back to him, kneeling on one knee. The body was far more robust than an ordinary person's. Even from