The dust that blots out the sky gradually envelops Midnight City.
"Are we going back?"
Ophelia gazes at the farm outside, swallowed up by the dust storm.
The ghouls' rotten, strange dust has settled; it seems they no longer need to leave here.
Claire no longer cowers and trembles; her source of unease seems to have vanished with the collapse of the Alchemical Tower.
"I'm not going with you."
Lu Li prepares to leave, fearing the King of Ghouls might trace the origins of the conflict and implicate them.
"Where are you going?" Ophelia asks him.
"To hide in Midnight City and wait for the orb to be delivered."
"You still want to go back?"
"The ghouls—"
"Don't say it out loud!" Elena shouts to stop Lu Li: "I can feel... it's listening to any mention of itself..."
"—Even if it traces the source, it can't appear in Midnight City."
To Lu Li, Midnight City is safer than other places right now.
"And we always need to know what's happening in Midnight City."
