Those known and unknown, the core strength of the NCER Base, each had turned into countless pieces of flesh and bone fragments, averaging only one cubic centimeter, chaotically abandoned and strewn across the ground.
Phantom images of his comrades reached out to him, as if pleading for him to do something with his Anti-Magic Armor, but Akimoto Keisei had been so deeply shaken by the sight that he was unable to think.
Bleeding, blood dripping, wounds slashing, life being stripped away from the body.
Not a single living person remained.
Akimoto Keisei didn't even know how he had left the command center, but as he arrived in the hallway and saw the corpses littered everywhere, he staggered, unable to feel his own limbs and body, his pace quickening with every step.
The surroundings were smeared with blood-mud, with blood trickling down everywhere.
They were all dead, but where were the people?
It was so quiet...
