Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom, boom-
In that instant.
The heat wave from the carpet bombing whipped up her long silver hair, burying them beneath the fire and dust that filled the air.
There was searing heat, and there was pain.
The howling of the dead seemed to ring in his ears-the echo of death as the explosions' shock waves slammed against his eardrums.
Dust blotted out the sky.
Even the black mist filling the sky churned in the explosions.
Lynn thought he was dead.
He had only one Doll Substitute left, but he also knew he had already used four. If he used a fifth Doll Substitute, even if he survived, he would inevitably suffer an unimaginable curse of resentment from the doll.
He kept his eyes closed amid the explosions, waiting for death.
But it never came.
At the moment the flames and heat engulfed him, he seemed to sense something, to dimly glimpse a figure appearing beside him.
She opened her arms and embraced him.
Her cool touch was like the only shred of comfort amid the surrounding flames.
He thought it was a hallucination.
And yet it seemed it was not.
Amid the endless dust and fire, he opened his eyes in a daze and saw that utterly familiar face right before him.
Thick smoke rose everywhere. He could even distinctly feel the heat, over a thousand degrees, roaring past his ears.
Only those closed eyes.
Were reflected clearly in his trembling eyes.
"Miss Doll?!"
At that moment, Lynn, pinned down by the curse, cried out that name in a trembling voice of disbelief.
Amid the rolling flames.
She kept her eyes closed and held him tightly beneath her. Dazzling streaks of cursecraft light kept bursting from her loose hair amid the flames, and her hand