In front of the Difference Engine.
Elliot's face was numb as he frantically scrambled to collect the Cards flying everywhere.
When he had seen Elsa's corpse fly out earlier, he had vaguely realized something.
Back at Moonheart, he had been able to control these corpses directly through the Difference Engine. Now that they had flown out and were closer, there was no reason he couldn't control them.
So he had confidently begun collecting corpses.
But he had still underestimated what it meant to fill Moonheart.
Most of the corpses had actually flown out through the breach, toward the [Primordial Blood].
Only a tiny fraction had come toward the Fleet.
But even so, he couldn't grab them all!
The Cards flying out almost formed a continuous line. Elliot simply couldn't catch them all and wished he could grow a few more hands.
He could only grab the ones nearby first and leave the rest for later.
And that was only the most basic control, making the corpses rushing out stop. As for moving the corpses under his control...
He had tried. At first, when there were only a few, he could barely manage, but once their numbers increased, he couldn't keep up at all.
And the most despair-inducing part was that, while the others didn't know how many corpses were inside Moonheart, he did.
He could even see it directly.
The Cards piled densely atop the Difference Engine all the way to the ceiling had barely diminished at all!
This was the Palace Hall in the Courtyard, not a ship's cabin. The ceiling here was very high.
With so many Cards packed together before him, they were practically a wall of lamentation.
The despair on Elliot's face gradually turned to numbness. His eyes grew vacant as his hands mechanically picked up