In the viscous shadows of the laboratory, Mobius performed the final surgery, wielding the scalpel in her hand with precision and efficiency—just as she had every time before.
Only, unlike before, there was no cruelty or indifference on her face. She merely remained silent, silent...
You could sense your blood vessels pulsing. If you held your breath in silence, you could feel the stinging pain brought by blood flowing through your body.
Inhale, exhale, inhale again... Your shell seemed to merge with the environment around it, while only your thoughts and consciousness existed elsewhere, silently observing everything like a third party.
What followed was an unbearable itch. It came from beneath the skin, yet above the bones, with no way to alleviate it.
But soon, the itching sensation vanished. It was replaced by a far more distinct pain, much worse than before... It was as if something were slithering through the depths of your marrow, tearing, biting, devouring...
Until a chill fell into the boundless darkness and oppressive heat, her voice rang out.
"My surgery is over. This was the last time."
Yomi, Twelve Provinces of Izumo Branch.
Due to the information about the evil god released by the "Emperor," the entire Yomi organization remained at Level Two Alert. Once the evil god's exact trail was located, strategic deployment could begin immediately.
Mei was still in the middle of her three-day birthday break, but to avoid any unforeseen emergencies, she had still come to the branch headquarters.
Inside the third-floor recreation room.
Sakurai Satsuki held a makeup palette in one hand as she applied suitable eye makeup to Mei with the other.
Mei had not asked her to do so, but Satsuki simply could not bear to let any bare-faced beauty go untouched.
During the process, Mei casually