But she always knew that these words couldn't fool herself. In the eyes of those players, the data were each a vibrant, independent life, whose most splendid life paintings had not yet unfolded before being early buried in the stomachs of the Insect Race!
The darkness in her vision cleared again, as if a breeze had blown it away, revealing the reality beneath the haze.
Yet seeing the scene before her, she would rather be surrounded by those nightmarish sounds. Her vision was tinged with blood red, warm, bloody liquid seemed to flow from her forehead, and her whole body was consumed by endless pain, unable to feel her limbs.
In front of her stood a somewhat mature-looking teenager, one of those who had saved her earlier.
But his condition was dire, with two empty pant legs, a severed left arm, and most of his face covered in blood and other colored liquids, forming a sobbing smile, "Mom... Dad and little brother left peacefully. I'll take care of you from now on..."
