“…Can I talk now?”
After the Adventurer ran off, Crusher cautiously opened her mouth. She had only refrained from interrupting because time had seemed so tight; in truth, she had plenty of questions herself.
“Speak.”
“That… is dangerous, right?”
The two monsters making a huge fuss with their mouths hanging wide open were bothering her too, but first came the safety of someone in the same party. Crusher’s finger pointed toward the distorted scene in front of her.
“It is.”
“And he’s the only one allowed to enter?”
“Because of his regenerative ability.”
Regenerative ability?
Crusher briefly found Commandment’s answer strange.
“Does going in there grind your body apart or something?”
“Precisely.”
“Oh…….”
Then that must hurt like hell.
Crusher shifted her gaze away from Commandment and back to the chaos before her.
The scene was bizarrely twisted and torn, as though someone had soaked a landscape painting completely in water, stuck a rod through its center, and rolled it up around the rod. It looked almost as if the end of the world had arrived.
“Ah!”
Then Crusher remembered someone she had forgotten.
“The kid!”
She had heard him gasping for breath, but everything that followed had been so urgent that she had forgotten him entirely.
Crusher spun around.
“Hey, kid. Where are you?”
She grabbed the radio and asked for his location.
She could have relied on her senses to find him, but this was…