[ The Catacombs Are Now Closed. ]
[ Event Not Completed. ]
[ Point And Merit Distribution invalid. ]
[ Transportation Will Begin In Five Seconds. ]
The message rang in the comms of every student present in the Catacombs..
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A while back.
Sion walked forward.
His boots glided over the jagged terrain with a calm that didn't fit the aftermath. His presence didn't ripple. It blanketed. And at the far end of the Titan Bud—
She lay.
Maki.
Unconscious.
Her obsidian-black jumpsuit still clung to her like skin, dust and blood smudging its sleek fabric, but not enough to take away from the sheer shape of her.
A battle-worn beauty.
And beside her—
That monstrosity of a weapon.
The brutal chainsaw-blade hybrid, resting with its edge buried halfway into the Titan Bud like it wasn't even trying to look subtle.
Sion crouched beside her.
He took his time.
