Every single being in the vast, subterranean chamber bowed their heads, their bodies a sea of silent, prostrate forms before the curtained stage.
Heavy silence draped the sanctuary, broken only by the rhythmic, metallic hiss of the ancient machines, their function and purpose a mystery. Mari, small and utterly alone in a crowd of monsters, was terrified. Not by the strange, humming machines or the eerie, artificial light, but being between so many Flesh Reapers wasn't pleasant for her at all.
Stranger still was the fact that neither Sezel nor his companions reacted to the beasts, and the beasts, in turn, paid them no mind. But Mari's attention was not on the creatures. It was fixed on the stage, the source of the suffocating, black energy that had been pressing down on her since they had entered this place. She couldn't contain her fear any longer.
"Mister… Mister… please, let's run away from here," she whispered, her voice a small, desperate plea that was audible only to Sezel.
