Shadow Slave

His words caused a dead silence to settle over the Rhino, Luster, Kum, and Dorn froze, grave expressions appearing on their faces. Professor Obel looked down, suddenly appearing even more fragile and old. A heavy sigh escaped from his lips.

Beth's eyes widened.

"W-what... what do you mean, dead? That is impossible."

Sunny looked at her silently, and then shook his head.

"This is the era of the Nightmare Spell. Anything is possible, and terrible things are doubly possible. In fact, they are all but inevitable. We were lucky to get out in time, but the others were not. That is all there is to it."

His voice was full of grounded confidence, but in fact, Sunny felt very unsettled. He was not entirely sure if he was trying to convince Beth, or himself.

Professor Obel, who had been born during the Dark Times and lived through the horrors of the First Generation, seemed to understand what Sunny was trying to say. He must have experienced many such calamities throughout his long life, and lost a lot of friends. His young assistant, however, did not.

Looking at Sunny with a pale face, she forced out:

"B-but..."

He interrupted her.

"Don't think about it too much. Concentrate on your own survival instead. We are not out of the woods yet, and what is to come is far more important than something that is already over. And it is over."

that, the conversation died down. The previous lively atmosphere disappeared as if it had never existed. Sunny studied

right now. They were all adults... actually, he was the youngest person here, so why was he the one who had to

he was in charge, both in terms of power and authority. And with those, uninvited, also came

'...Ugh. How irritating.'

few moments, and

that are gone is to make sure that we don't follow them. So, rest well and gather your strength. I'll keep

walked

war machine, the remains of which rose from the ground like the bones of a giant

through the senses of his

and the path ahead was dangerous and unclear. Remaining in this spot

them from

at least, played in

thoughts wandered back to the lost personnel of

had died in the weeks before. Just like that,

It was... expected, actually.

Master Jet for the first time. Back then, he was rather callously indifferent. What did the fates of humans in Antarctica have to do with him? Their number was much higher than fourteen hundred, too. There were seven hundred million people living in the Southern Quadrant, and he had

He was still indifferent.

It was too distant and abstract. When speaking about millions of people, people stopped being people and turned

different. Even though fourteen hundred could not compare to seven hundred million, to him, they were real. He had lived with them, shared bread with them, and fought side by side with them. He had come to know them as people, and

the potential evisceration of the whole quadrant. Knowing what he knew now, he couldn't help but see the First Army and its

seams. Many more people were going to die. Millions of them. In the end, how many of the seven hundred million would be saved? Six