As Serin was gazing at the sky, a man in a white coat approached her from behind.
"Ma'am…"
She immediately turned around and cast a paralyzing magic on the man.
"Ma'am…I'm not your enemy…do you remember me? We were the one that helped you treat your wounds…" he groaned as he tried explaining to her the situation.
"What…" Serin's gaze drifted as she remembered that she was being treated for her injuries along with the other survivors. What he was saying was true, but her minds were all jumbled up and it didn't make sense.
One of the soldiers nearby aimed an M4 at her but Ishikawa immediately raised a hand, sharp and controlled.
"Lower it," the doctor ordered.
The soldier hesitated—Serin still had her hand raised, mana swirling faintly at her fingertips—but he obeyed. The muzzle dipped toward the ground.
