At the deepest part of the radiant city, amidst a dim quietness.
A man in a silver suit stood silently by the floor-to-ceiling window, gazing out at the dazzling lights of the city.
In the distance, the flames seemed to be drawing closer.
——
A tilted gaze followed the blood-soaked, gaunt figure moving slowly ahead.
He watched as the figure walked into the depths of gravel, enveloped by the glow of scattered artillery fire, shrouding the figure's body.
He watched the figure press onward, and without realizing it, the corners of his lifeless lips pulled into a slight arc.
But just as that arc crept onto his face, in his gaze, the figure crouched upon reaching a certain boundary, his palm lightly brushing against the gravel on the ground.
Fresh blood covered the individual grains of gravel.
Then, he grabbed the blood-stained gravel and hurled it forward.
Boom——
