Her face was pale, beads of sweat formed at her temple, and her ability had been used for only a few minutes, completely pushing her to her limits.
Kamiya raised his hand to support Satoru.
The petite black and white dress slumped gently, leaning into her embrace weakly.
"I'm so tired... I've written it all down, the information I saw this time is so strange... I could only sift out what's useful as much as possible... you have to be careful..."
Satoru seemed to lack even the strength to speak.
The neon glow in the room shimmered more brightly, and the smell, like ionized air or some peculiar incense, grew stronger. But little Wu's body outline became increasingly blurry, with many parts appearing illusory, ultimately turning into scrolling, ghostly blue code.
Kamiyagawa: "Satoru, did you see the identity of the Hour of the Boar?"
"Uh... hmm..."
