The deck was in chaos, with screams and gunshots everywhere.
In a pool of blood, a golden figure laughed cheerfully.
Discarding the broken bodies at will, she glanced at the crowd that had distanced themselves out of fear but inexplicably felt somewhat bored.
Back? Are they all back?
"....Really, is this what it feels like to be alive?"
The lake-colored pupils turned completely golden, and the soul, which had never been stable, became restless again.
The blood on the ground began to flow backward, bit by bit, into the girl's shadow.
A large amount of "Life" was not accepted by her, but rather, at the moment of contact, it solidified directly and turned into golden "Crystals."
Large-sized crystals were embedded into the ship's deck, each crystal clear and transparent, yet there were faint invisible ripples echoing within them.
Kerdalais hadn't lied, but she also hadn't told the whole truth.
