"—What did you just say?"
Cui Que turned around abruptly, her pupils suddenly contracting in shock as she stared at the person behind her.
"The Reconstruction Mechanism has been attacked,"
the Paradise Bird said, pressing her lips together briefly before repeating, "Their aim must be to release the demons."
"Have they gone mad?!"
Rage flashed across Cui Que's face as she exclaimed, "Do they even realize what they're doing?!"
"—Clearly, they do not,"
the Horn's expression darkened as well.
The halo of earthy yellow above his head shone with an increasingly radiant light, and the smile he usually wore had long since vanished from his face.
There was a faint scar slanting across his left cheek, a wound inflicted by a little girl with a pen while he was trying to stop the chaos.
For an angel, healing such a wound would be an easy feat. However, more than his flesh was injured—his heart, his ideals, and his kindness were truly wounded.
