It was a scream. A scream that pierced even the silence of space itself– and one might even say that it resounded throughout the entire galaxy…
…or at least that was what it felt like.
"No…"
Bernard was still kneeling on the floor, despite Megawoman no longer holding him down; Butcher's knife, as well, was no longer planted on his neck. Instead, both Megawoman and Butcher evacuated the members of the Baby Crew that were sprawled on the ground.
But since Butcher was not as fast as Megawoman, she ended up carrying him as well while he carried two others. And in just the span of seconds, the only people left in the room were Whiteking… and his two children.
"This… this isn't happening," Bernard could stare as the fire surrounding Hannah continued to flicker; and with each flicker, the flames changed color.
Red, orange, red, orange, blue.
