Roots stabbed out of the soil and pierced the woman's heart.
Blood slowly spread across her professional attire as she gasped for breath.
Her hands and feet were ice-cold. Her vision darkened.
Was this death?
Death, which she had once feared more than anything.
Now, though, she suddenly seemed to have made peace with it.
She seemed to hear the voices of her dead sisters, calling out to her.
Sis.
Big Sister.
Sister...
Number One's eyes slowly closed, and her expression grew peaceful.
As though, in that moment, she could no longer feel any pain.
Mother Tree absorbed her memories and relayed them to the man.
The man's expression darkened as he muttered:
"Number Seven!"
A moment later, he suddenly flew into a rage and cursed:
"Damn it, how is there still another one!"
Kafka and Chu Mu walked side by side.
Number Seven watched her younger brother's back.
Herta stared at Number Seven's back.
Silver Wolf turned her head to look at Herta.
Stelle scanned the ground, while March 7th looked up at the sky.
The ground had shaken for a while, but now it had stopped again.
A huge flock of birds flew overhead, a dark mass heading out of the city.
The group emerged from the underground parking garage.
A deep pit had appeared amid the ruins, and the soldiers nearby were gone.
Still, they could faintly hear gunfire and artillery coming from the city center.
That was where Giantwood Tower stood.
Unfortunately, the tall buildings here blocked their view of what was happening over there.
Chu Mu asked then:
"Are we going over there?"
"Why do you ask?" Kafka countered.
"I can feel it," Chu Mu said softly. "You're hiding something from me."
Number Seven's steps visibly faltered.
Kafka shook her head and continued walking