The treatment department was packed. It had only ever been the size of a neighborhood clinic and couldn't accommodate all the victims, so SpiCa opened a second makeshift ward in the World Center to take them in.
As a result, they ran short of the mist that could solidify darkness.
"Can't Minister Hefi produce this mist either?"
When I asked, SpiCa answered, "Of course she can. As long as she has a prototype and the materials, there's nothing she can't manufacture... but even assembly-line production takes time. The containment area is too large, and the mist is being used up too quickly for production to keep pace."
Production couldn't keep up, throwing supply and demand out of balance.
Witches, fake magical girls, negative variants, Monsters.
These beings, whose survival depended on darkness, were in danger. Mono and those with great blood could still endure it, though. They had more darkness stored inside them-so much that losing a little barely affected them-and were more resistant to the drain, so they could still hold out...
"Bring anyone who's about to give out to me. I'll convert the darkness inside them."
That was the only solution I could think of.
Once darkness underwent Sanctification, it no longer belonged to that great will. As long as we sanctified it, they could escape their current predicament...
No one objected.
They even prepared dedicated rooms for me and the other magical girls capable of conversion.
The negative variants were the first group to reach their limit.
The negative variants who had once been human mostly looked like Monsters, but they had far less darkness inside them. Soon after the draining began, they fell into a state of exhaustion similar to oxygen deprivation, unable even to maintain their human disguises. The more severe cases had even fallen