Old Ernst nodded. He walked to the window and gazed in the direction of Laos District. Lightning flashed intermittently within the dark clouds, and the accompanying booms of thunder lit up his face.
"This time, we must take back what belongs to us, no matter what!"
...
...
RUMBLE.
As several bolts of lightning tore across the night sky, the thunder grew louder. From within the dark clouds, raindrops shimmering with a red halo began to fall.
「At the border between Laos District and Ruer District.」
By this point, a crowd had already gathered.
Among them were Deputy Director Balats of the Secret Investigation Department, Nifa, and Dorff.
"Balats!"
Dorff stared into the deep pit at his feet. Piles of flesh and blood, matted with dozens, even hundreds, of severed limbs, were scattered across the crater floor.
And on one of the arms, a ring that was incredibly familiar to him…
"What… what the hell happened? Where's Director Ales? Where is he?!"
