The carnage was swallowed by the stone.
No remnants of their havoc were left behind.
The only proof the Ancient Wartorts ever existed was the green blood splattered over Edith.
Cleanly, they'd walked in, assassinated the Dungeon Master, and were now racing out of the dungeon.
The five piled together, then Mias simultaneously linked with Diable and reconnected with his other parts.
It was as he did that he also saw the glaring fault of [Severance].
'I-in a minute?!'
In the single minute Mias had been disconnected from his selves communication line, everything had gone to shit.
He'd expected resistance and retaliation, but nothing this grandiose and organized.
***
Red, tired eyes stared listlessly from Machia's puffy face.
Confined…
Those damned bastards had confined her. Said she was too "mentally unstable" to be allowed to freely roam.
A load of bullshit.
She was more mentally stable than she'd ever been, yes…
She'd never had such a clear goal in life to work toward.
