On our way back, we passed the prison, only to find chaos spreading.
The prisoners from the "Supreme Council" were rioting.
Who knew what went on in their heads? Even with the Great Will about to crush them into meat patties along with everyone else, they still staged a revolt in prison. Only after Achernar drained their ringleader into a strip of dried jerky did the rest settle down.
Did they seriously think Mi Xue would protect them?
She was no longer their Creator.
But if we were talking about being brainless, the humans were hardly any better. A bunch of Great Will believers had appeared out of nowhere, urging people to embrace the darkness...
Fucking idiots.
"So? Did you two come to any conclusions?"
When we returned to the prison office, SpiCa was the first to ask.
"Only guesses," I replied. "Terra thinks the Great Will exploited a loophole in the Earth Crystal. This erasure might be undone..."
"Huh? That can be undone? Like Ctrl+Z?"
SpiCa raised one eyebrow, and Terra explained, "Basically, it swallowed something and is spitting it back up. The lunar debris you detected will be restored, then continue hurtling toward Earth."
On Aldebaran's computer, the point-cloud model of the debris still hadn't disappeared. The digitized moon could be spat out by the Earth Crystal at any moment and resume destroying the world.
"We have to do something. We can't survive that thing coming down."
SpiCa trusted only the power of magical girls. She had no faith whatsoever in the Earth Crystal.
"What are you going to do?" I asked.
"In terms of firepower, magical girls and witches are no less destructive than those missiles. We just fall a little short on range... Calculate the impact site, and let's gather underneath it!"
"Wait!"
Betelgeuse's voice came