Every living girl's face was marked by inexplicable grief and indignation—they had just fought alongside these people!
And now, they had been transformed into silent monochromes...
"Eldon Sullivan!"
On the ground, Waldor Jones roared as he rushed forward, slamming a fierce punch into his face, sending him sprawling into the mud.
"Look! Open your eyes and look! Look!"
Waldor Jones's eyes were streaming not just with tears, but also with blood!
Pointing at the nearly forty corpses on the ground, he exclaimed, "Do you f***ing see now? Just hours ago, they were alive, they could dance, they could laugh, they could fight, they could make a fuss, but now..."
Waldor Jones's knees buckled, and he knelt in the filthy mud, facing Julion Johnsons, his mouth continuously muttering, "Just a few hours... Dead, all dead..."
