Among supernaturals, those who couldn't fight were called [Defective Products].
Sometimes they froze during combat.
Others had deep-rooted trauma.
Some feared blood or the pain of hurting others.
Whatever the reason, if they couldn't use their power properly, they were deadweight on the field.
I glanced around the room.
Mari's eyes were also fixed on Calliope.
She had the same expression I did. She was thinking the same thing.
But to my surprise, she didn't voice her thoughts, and instead looked at her as if feeling pity for her.
"Alright, one last thing before we leave," Zephan clapped once, his voice cutting through the awkward silence.
Everyone turned toward him.
"There's a chance this is just a normal mission. But given Ellyn's intuition—"
The youngest of the triplet gave a silent wave when her name was mentioned.
"—and the fact that all of us higher-ranked supernaturals just happened to end up on the same mission, I'd like to think this is [Fate]."
