My vision shifted, and I found myself in another memory.
But this time, I was in a messy place with broken stuff all over, and there were too many dead bodies to count. I also noticed that things were floating around because there was almost no gravity.
"Dr. Zen," a woman spoke with a weak voice.
She was also floating in the air, her combat suit covered in blood, and was clearly in critical condition. Judging from the damage she took, there was no way she would live much longer. Not unless she has some kind of ability to regenerate her internal organs.
'So, it's the continuation of that memory in Seoul,' I muttered to myself.
The critically wounded woman was the same purpled hair alien I saw last time.
It wasn't really surprising since Dr. Han mentioned that the memories are extracted from one single central brain, and the brains in other branches are just there to divide the load.
