Happy Town, a gathering place of all kinds of shadows.
The base stats of the foreign Spiritualists and Transcenders weren't high, but their mechanisms and Powers were so insidiously twisted that, to the native residents of Happy Town, they were practically demonic. One or two of them alone wouldn't be a big deal and could hardly cause any large-scale Destruction.
The problem was… the number of outsiders gathered at this moment had already surpassed forty, even more than when they were planning tactics over at the warehouse.
Because these outsiders weren't idiots. After order was shattered, seizing the chance to loot was a pretty good choice.
Why wouldn't they take part?
A silver short-haired girl stood atop a high-rise, looking down on the chaos below from above, the corner of her lips curling into a dangerous arc.
