The Internet Celestial Kingdom had been torn open with a tiny gap.
The entire interview venue turned into a chaotic blur of data gibberish, and the explosion's shockwave instantaneously shredded the swarming insects and the petite body of the Blond Witch.
Strangely, Ms. Martina's afterimage remained unscathed amidst the swirling dust.
The phantom of the past suddenly moved a little, and its hollow deep face slightly turned, as if the Ouroboros Angel was mocking with disdain.
At this moment, Lucia felt her body becoming light and airy, surrounded by a hazy fog, unable to see anything clearly.
Will she really die? Is Roland deceiving her?
Did the Gear Bomb have its intended effect? Would shattering the dream of ideals be utterly meaningless?
Will Captain Eleanor be saddened by her death? Would she seek a new First Mate?
A heap of questions weighed on the Witch's mind, yet she did not regret her decision at all.
