Soon, the tenth, the eleventh...
It was just a moment of bewilderment, and when Izumoto Renge came to her senses, there was only him and herself before her eyes.
Endless coldness surged from those pair of pitch-black eyes, swallowing her whole.
She suddenly realized that this mission might truly be a mistake.
Now, she was seated before an unwinnable gamble, unable to find any solution.
For a brief moment, she even wished to defy the constraints of the death pact and flee.
She had never anticipated such a development and outcome, nor faced such a terrifying opponent... all attacks could not even surprise him for a moment, maintaining a chilling calm and disdain throughout.
Step by step forward.
Toward the final enemy.
This might be the last mission of the Ship of Greed.
Izumoto Renge closed her eyes.
Upon reopening them, she had already set aside life and death—
At that moment, beneath the blooming peonies on her long robe, harsh and bizarre skeletons emerged.
