It was as if someone had pressed the mute button on the entire world.
The chaos of the moment before—the explosions, the crying, the roars—all vanished.
All that remained was swirling dust and the dull thud of a massive, rolling beast head.
Everyone—from the fleeing civilians to the wounded and security officers preparing for a fight to the death, and even the people in the command center—stood frozen like statues, staring dumbly at the spot in front of the beast's corpse, which was shrouded in dust and smoke.
A figure, having appeared from nowhere, was now standing steadily there.
A young man.
He had a tall, straight build and was dressed in simple, practical athletic wear that gave him a clean-cut look. The only distinguishing feature was a badge pinned to his chest, embroidered with a cluster of fire.
