Frey, barely able to see straight—
Didn't notice a thing.
All his focus was on escape.
Even after slaughtering most of the puppets, New ones continued to emerge from nowhere, eager to tear him apart.
Running like a madman, carrying Clana in his arms .
Frey finally reached the edge of the city, just meters from safety.
At that moment—
The loudspeakers scattered across the city crackled to life once more, and Frey heard that voice.
"In such a rush, Lord Starlight? Where are you off to?"
Frey glanced over his shoulder.
And there, standing on top of a building that had survived the carnage—
Was Simon Manus.
Smiling.
By his side stood a strange puppet—
Radiating pressure so strong that Frey felt it from afar.
And all around them..
More and more puppets began to rise again.
Shattered limbs fused back together, forming new dolls—
All of them staring at Frey with glowing red eyes.
"It's rather rude to leave when the party's not over yet, don't you think?"
"…"
