"Yu! Neo! Setsu! Is everyone alright?"Wird, a high-ranking officer of the F.A.I.R division, immediately rushed to the hospital of Frost Wisp. She had a face almost identical to Shird's, but with the difference that she was a woman, her black eyes and long, flowing white hair. After forcefully opening the door, what greeted her was Neo, sitting casually with a broken left arm, smoking a cigarette and playing PlayStation."Hey Wird, how's it going? Come on, sit and play with me ~" "Neo! Thank goodness you're alive!"Upon seeing the familiar figure of Neo, Wird broke into tears and rushed to hug him. It was a melancholy scene. No matter how divine the Weavers were, in the eyes of humans, they were still warriors. They went to battle to make a name for themselves and either return or die—alive or dead, it was up to fate or their own decisions, no one could predict. Those who stayed behind, the comrades and loved ones, were the ones who longed for the return of the warriors. In this world, people could die at any time, for any reason, even without a reason. So, they lived as if today was their last day, cherishing every moment. Naturally, before the warriors went to battle, those left behind had to prepare themselves for either outcome, not to expect too much, lest it haunt them for the rest of their lives. But ultimately, no one truly wanted to die. So why couldn't they hope?"Don't worry, Wird, I can't die. At least not right now." "Hmm, where are Yu and Setsuna?" "In there."Wird wiped away her tears and opened the door… What she saw was Yu and Setsuna embracing each other, soundly asleep with peaceful snores. Yu's small face was snuggled tightly into Setsuna's large chest, making Wird feel a little self-conscious about her own size. Putting aside her unnecessary thoughts, Wird smiled as she saw that, despite their heavy injuries, they overcame it all through love and simple gestures, and she happily covered them with a blanket. But Yu suddenly woke up, using his wind elemental power to push Wird away, sending her crashing into a large medicine shelf in the hospital."Eh, Wird?"A few minutes later, Wird, now bandaged almost all over her body from the collision with the shelf, lay on the bed. The shelf contained items like syringes, scalpels, and so on, enough to kill a person, but because she was an assassin, her durability was slightly stronger."I'm sorry, Wird, I thought someone was trying to assassinate you. Are you okay?" "..."Yu lowered his head apologetically, feeling awkward for disturbing their peaceful moment and for injuring Wird."For crying out loud... you should knock before entering!" "Instead of that... you two should explain to me why you're doing things like this!"Contrasting Yu's apologetic expression, Setsuna's face was scowling, irritated by the interruption to her sleep. It wasn't hard to understand, given her strong-willed personality. Even though Wird was being bandaged, her angry face was evident as she shouted, seeking an explanation for her current situation."Mobius told me that getting close to someone could help transfer life energy, so I tried it..." "Oh, is that all? I'm sorry, everyone!" "It's okay, just get up."Yu, with his soft voice, explained to the irritable woman. Looking at his pale, gentle face, who wouldn't be charmed? After realizing it was all just a misunderstanding, Wird immediately apologized, and perhaps no one was more lenient than the two of them, as Setsuna immediately told her to get up. To shoulder the fate of humanity, they needed to be stricter, but wasn't this "leniency" also a part of humanity? They thought so, and they believed in it."So, where are Shird and Free?"After Wird's question, the scene shifted to the terrifying F6 room in Frost Wisp, where Mao was being held.Weaver VIII, Free, seemed to be nodding off, his hat with an eye allowing him to observe his surroundings through his subconscious even while sleeping. As for Shird, he was in his child form, holding a creature that looked like a mix of a cat and a bat. The creature was curled up and sleeping in Shird's arms, a soft, beautiful silhouette. At this moment, Shird jumped off his chair and trotted over to Free. With a sweet voice, he called out to Free and tugged at his sleeve with his tiny fingers."Free, Free!" "... What is it?"Free slowly lifted his head, still groggy, and looked at Shird. Unexpectedly, he was startled. Despite having seen it hundreds of times, the form still amazed him with its perfection."Can I go now? The situation seems stable and there's nothing too urgent, so… so…" "... Getting sentimental again? Fine, go ahead." "Thank you, Free, you're so kind!"The child's body started trembling as weak tears fell from his eyes. It wasn't surprising, given how familiar Shird was with those close to him. The sparkling tears fell down his chin, creating a figure like the sound, like the stillness of the space right now. The man, moved by the sight of these tears, allowed Shird to go, and Shird jumped for joy and ran off energetically. Free stood still for a moment before suddenly shouting."Shird! Remember this, I, Free, VIII of the Nine Council, have never regretted the things I've done!" "!"Before Shird had completely left, he turned his head back to look at his comrade. Their gazes met, despite their differing thoughts, both sharing a belief in happiness. Shird was silent, nodding lightly, and ran off again.Despite looking so optimistic, Shird was in deep emotional turmoil. He wasn't sure why he had to leave his assigned position, he was confused and panicked as his legs moved on their own. When he stopped, the weak tears ceased, leaving behind his true, mature form."Ah... I can't let it be like this..."Stumbling forward as if trying to grasp at a hopeless hope, a true void, Shird stopped at the room of Weaver IV: Mobius. If what he truly wanted was inside, could it pull him out of this endless void?Click....On the other side, Balthazar was already fed up with being in the dark interrogation room, rolling around on the floor like a cat. It was an attempt to kill time in this monotonous place.The human mind can only deduce an abstraction, an unclear image of the divine, but who thought that... "God" was everything? A specific form, a beautiful, mysterious visage, a shadow of the world... That was "God," right? Then we must mention the Weavers, beings granted the power of "God," with their own title: "False Gods," lesser shadows of the true "God." At first, there were many types of False Gods in this world, but most of them vanished after the bloody "Purge," the bloodiest event in human history. The Weavers seemed to be the remnants of those who were once, possessing powers like gods, bringing light and salvation to humanity. But what happens when the successors of "God" face a "demon" far surpassing themselves? That was perhaps the most fitting description for the legendary battle of the three Weavers against Balthazar.To fight "evil," one needs another demon. And the Outer Party had that.And what was he doing now? The information was piecing together the future schemes like a fire burning in his mind—a vague fragment of a catastrophe that would bring about a real nightmare for humanity, but we couldn't know. With those glowing purple eyes, the scars like endless tears, and a smile as optimistic as an angel, perhaps even the void couldn't understand what he was planning at this moment."..."Balthazar stared directly at the interrogation room's camera, never blinking once.He imagined the thoughts of the observers watching him through the camera. He imagined what was running through their minds. Despite trying to maintain a professional demeanor, perhaps deep down, in their minds, the fear of every victim he'd claimed flowed: terror.