He had witnessed that Titan's terrifying destructive power, a savage force against which even the God of Ten Thousand Machines and the Flesh Dominator had been utterly helpless. If he intervened, every calamity would surely be resolved, but...
But...
If that happened, if this war broke out in their Dark Night City, the entire city would inevitably be razed to the ground!
A war between Origins was an irreversible calamity for ants like them, for all of Dark Night City, no matter who won or lost!
"No! Absolutely not..."
Drenched in cold sweat, he rushed desperately to the railing, ready to jump.
He did not know whether he could stop it, or whether some mysterious force was manipulating and orchestrating everything behind the scenes. But as a Night Doctor, he absolutely could not stand by and watch it happen!
Yet just as he was about to leap from the High Tower...
He suddenly saw it.
In the direction of the square below the High Tower, behind the countless pale, trembling Night Doctors, an all-too-familiar figure was racing toward them.
"Fall back! Fall back!"
"Something's about to come out! It's the aura of black magic! It's one of the Origins Sir Awen and the others are fighting!"
"Stay away! Run!!"
Their eyes wide with horror, the people in the square shouted, trying to disperse the crowd.
But at that very moment, a tentacle streaked across the vision of every Night Doctor present. Under their stunned gazes, it shot in from the distance and stuck to the great door leading underground.
As the tentacle snapped taut, a figure swept over their heads at an unimaginable speed.
Without any hesitation.
Without any fear.
The wind whipped up the hair over his forehead. He planted a foot on a Night Doctor's shoulder, his gaze