As several people waited anxiously, the control panel sluggishly changed from red to green. The locked LCD screen finally displayed a number, carrying Tang Ze, who had collapsed in the elevator, back up.
"Tang Ze!"
The moment the elevator doors opened, Tang Ze, who had been leaning against them, fell out. Everyone crowded around the entrance rushed forward almost simultaneously and caught him, seeming to have temporarily lost all strength.
"I'm fine..." Supported by several hands, Tang Ze panted as he looked at the overhead lights, his voice somewhat weak. "I'm just... a little tired..."
Stowing the fragments in his hand into the item inventory, Tang Ze still had the scene from just now replaying before his eyes.
The lofty ceiling had shattered, like a huge gash torn open in the night sky. A vast amount of seawater poured down, completely flooding the boundless darkness and battlefield.
The dense, suffocating attacks and countless ghostlike replicas were just as tiny as ants before nature's might, swallowed whole in an instant.
Before being swept away by the seawater, Cognitive Gin, whose armor had been damaged in several places, merely gazed from afar at Tang Ze fleeing swiftly toward the exit. He stood there ramrod straight, his eyes seeming to say that their contest was far from over.
Then, as though answering Theseus's fate, he was buried beneath the sea together with the battlefield that bore glory and sin.
"How can you call this fine?!" Miwako Sato raised a hand and tentatively touched the raw wound on Tang Ze's arm, glaring at him.
It looked like they had been right about that man. The sharp weapons he carried definitely amounted to more than the one he had thrown. Blood from cuts made by blades could be seen on Tang Ze's face, arms, and