Kirino Reisei and Nanase Kizuna, both having fallen into the hands of Nestor Corporation, now awaited the endpoint of their lives.
"I want to drink coffee," Nanase Kizuna said. She sat on the tatami, her gaze unnaturally drifting about.
This was a clean, quiet office; outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the ambiance of Shangjing. The cityscape was crowded with buildings, with pale office towers and azure skyscrapers visible everywhere, interspersed with advertising airships and giant animated billboards, composing a splendid, dazzling artificial landscape.
The war had lightly slashed the cheek of this gigantic city, only to heal itself in a few nights, leaving no scars. The modern corporate city was simply too vast—it could be destroyed but never occupied.
