The five-person squad advanced toward the deepest reaches of the Winterwisp Mountains.
In the witch's words, they were delivering souls.
In Rosmontis and Mudrock's words, they were "returning this land to its rightful silence."
The meaning was pretty much the same.
Either way, the Winterwisp Will was definitely going to die.
Under Rosmontis's orders, Biyin led Mudrock's Squad toward the Rhodes Island encampment. Mudrock herself did not state her position, but her meaning was obvious: Mudrock's Squad was no longer the same squad it had once been. They needed humanitarian aid, and Rhodes Island could clearly provide that better than the Reunion Movement. Without drawing attention to it, Mudrock had made herself the bargaining chip for their incorporation.
"You really don't need to do this."
With no one else around, Rosmontis tried to play the role of her best friend Amiya, but she could not quite pull off that same aura.
"We won't force anyone to join our organization."
"I know."
Mudrock frowned slightly and brushed a snowflake from Rosmontis's shoulder. Their difference in size was so great that Mudrock had to bend down to do it.
"Wonderful."
Hoshino nodded, only to immediately receive a look of disdain from FrostNova.
The farther inward they went, the more that chaotic, sorrowful consciousness eroded the people in the squad. Hoshino was not afraid of it, and FrostNova's mind was as cold as solid ice. The only ones truly harmed were the two people in the group with the greatest empathy.
Rosmontis was the one more seriously affected.
Naturally, as Rosmontis gradually began to fall behind, Mudrock offered her a hand, just as she always did. She extended a hand to every Infected who sought help, wanting to find each of them a place to belong.
"Big girl, you..."
"Rosmontis, why don't you