In the Siberian night, a crescent moon quietly climbed above the branches, its glow spilling down with an icy chill. An eternally lonely, desolate atmosphere shrouded the moon, still pure and flawless after a hundred years. Countless stars shone heavily overhead as time turned back.
The nightscape here was beautiful—not only because of the lovely starry sky, but also because of the coming snow. Everything around Babylon Laboratory was utterly silent. Only the cold winter wind howled; even the nocturnal animals had no desire to come out.
"Don't... don't die..."
Tears blurred Sirin's eyes as they fell drop by drop onto Himeko.
Looking at Himeko before her, gravely wounded... even at death's door, Sirin had no idea what to do. Though she had gained power, she... had not mastered any healing abilities.
Regret filled her heart. At this moment, Sirin had no time to think about revenge or destruction. Himeko was the only thing in her mind.
Even now... Sirin did not know Himeko's name.
The scene of her mother's death replayed in her mind. How similar was Himeko's current state—and what was more... Sirin herself had caused it. Was the only person who cared about her now going to leave her too?
"Cough... um... I think... I can still... be saved." Lying in a pool of blood, Himeko spoke to Sirin in a halting voice.
"Right! Save you... treatment..."
Hearing Himeko's words, Sirin hurriedly tried to tend to her wounds, only to stop again.
She was not a doctor. And even if she were... there was no emergency medical equipment around.
But then... Sirin suddenly thought of the two Valkyries.
"Hold on. I'll take you to find those two Valkyries." Gritting her teeth, Sirin no longer cared that they were the Valkyries she hated most.
Looking at Himeko, Sirin