"Eve, I often hear Arthur mentioning you, saying you always want to know what exactly is behind your anomalies, and he's quite puzzled by it... actually, he's just too concerned about you, afraid you'll be hit by some so-called impacts, trying to shield you from any winds and storms."
In the dim light, several aluminothermic rifles ignited, exuding a scorching temperature, the faint glow illuminating faces either terrified or solemn.
"Do you think you truly understand Demons? Do you really think they're just terrifying monsters? Actually, it was Lorenzo who harmed you, that madman is too strong. With him around, even if a group of Demons came charging over, as long as he kindles the Secret Blood, the situation is firmly under control. But now Lorenzo is gone, and you are facing a real battlefield, our Purification Mechanism's battlefield with Demons, cruel and merciless, where everyone might die."
"..."
Eve remained silent, an oppressive silence that was suffocating.
