Ame-Otoko's eyes widened as darkness engulfed everything around him.
(Talented, isn't he? Like a squid squirting ink…)
Inside the spreading darkness, Akaya Makoto darted forward—his target: the second floor stairwell.
(My win condition is simple—don't let the doomsayers get my Skill Tree. That's it. The longer I stall, the closer I get to victory. Earlier, when those ultra-high-spec homunculi were around, I couldn't even move without triggering a reaction. But now—now I can run. I have zero obligation to stick around and fight Mr. Overpowered Rainman.)
That's what Akaya Makoto believed.
And Ame-Otoko saw right through it.
Which is why—when Makoto leapt into the stairwell—he felt it.
Cold droplets splashing across his skin.
(Water droplets? Inside the building…? Why is it raining indoors—?)
Makoto's instincts screamed at him.
An attack was incoming.
"There you are."
A crashing wave—a high-pressure surge of water—roared toward Makoto's position.
