"Report our progress to the undead wizard, and emphasize that we need him to fight alongside us."
As though she had thought of something, she paused briefly.
Then Dr. Mei added in a caring tone.
"At the same time, inform every Flame-Chaser Warrior of this estimated time. Let them use these final days to do the things they want to do."
"Scrape—scrape—"
With a shovel in hand, Padofelis dug away bit by bit beneath the full moon.
This was Dusk Street, the place where she had been born.
Or rather, at least the place where she had lived for as long as she could remember.
Oh, perhaps... it would be more accurate to say that this had once been Dusk Street.
During the Ninth Great Collapse, the Pseudo Black Hole unleashed by the Ninth Herrscher, the Herrscher of Rock, in its final moments had swallowed the entire Mu Continent.
Naturally, Dusk Street had not been spared.
Still, as an entire continent, even if its main body had been devoured by that terrifying Pseudo Black Hole, some wreckage and fragments would always remain.
And this small patch of land beneath Padofelis's feet was one corner of those remnants.
Padofelis did not know whether this fragment truly was Dusk Street, but she was willing to believe it was.
"Scrape—scrape—"
No one noticed her.
Or rather, there were hardly any people left in the world now.
The pit before her grew deeper, while the mound of earth beside it rose higher.
She felt as if she were digging her own grave.
—No, no, no.
She shook her head, trying to fling that ominous thought from her mind. The two ears atop her head swayed along with the motion.
Before long, she would be going there with everyone else.
Yes, that round, bright, lifeless