Thump. Thump. Thump.
One Phantom after the others fell to their knees, looking up at the rays of sunlight, at their salvation. No one else had the strength to hold on, much less think of fighting.
"Monsters..." the man muttered, staring ahead, "They're leaving."
The eyes of the girl beside him shone brightly as she hugged him tightly:
"Yes! We did it!"
"Hah... it looks like it... but at what cost..."
Although the monsters were retreating, not all of the Phantoms felt victory, for this was not the case.
The man slowly turned around, noticing the many corpses, whether it was from the Crimson Monarch's attack or the long battle against the monsters.
Of the total number of Phantoms, no more than 30% survived.
The man's face darkened, the joyful smile quickly dissipating.
Tap.
