The wreckage of ships piled together, corridors filled with rust intertwined, and the woman rushed frantically between the dark cabins. Her face was full of fear, her body covered in wounds.
The woman couldn't comprehend what she was truly facing, whether it was the melody disrupting her consciousness, or the roar tearing apart her sanity... All her methods seemed useless against him, even using all her strength merely slowed him down.
Bin died, Hansen died too, and the most tragic was Bell, who was crushed into pulp by the collapsing steel plate.
Thinking of that scene, the woman's stomach churned violently, a strong urge to vomit rose from her throat. She opened her mouth, only to vomit stomach acids onto the ground.
