"In this incident, it seems... that we didn't successfully make it back home..."
A "Fate Propeller" D Level personnel muttered to himself, his face displaying a mix of emotions—frustration, powerlessness, and others that couldn't be clearly defined.
And it was at that moment that he saw the comrades who had survived the calamity by a hair's breadth dropping the items in their hands, their eyes blood red, completely losing their sanity, behaving like wild beasts.
Perhaps it was due to a similar aura emanating from him, these "beasts" did not attack him but rather pounced toward Colin who had approached him.
However, against these virtually defenseless D Level staff,
Colin didn't even feel the desire to lift a finger...
