"The cool breeze kissed by the sun soothes my skin as well as the throbbing in my heart. My body stretches in the light, blooming with a vitality different from the eternal wasteland of Andrey, this feeling, it must be freedom..." Crimson walked down from his Blood Nest Great Tree, chanting improvised poetry with his hem of the blood garment crawling on the protruding rocks at the forefront of the hill, arms outstretched as if savoring flight in the wind. "Now, I am free and joyous, pure and untainted..."
Clang!
The shockwave from the Genesis Beam Bombardment lifted dust, and a stray metal shard slapped the self-indulgent professor on the face.
Lyle retracted his half-kicked right foot and coughed a few times behind Mr. Crimson. "It's rare to see you in such a poetic mood, but..."
