Seraphiel drew a portal which took us from the Netherlands back to Tokyo Regime HQ. There was panic everywhere. People looked at us weirdly.
Turned out...our interaction was broadcasted without us knowing. Broadcasted on every single screen and radio that ever existed. Even the ones in the trash and landfills.
The way they were staring at me had provoked me to read their memories, and by which I learned our conversation was partially broadcasted. Partially, because the parts that said Deathborn wanted to talk to me personally without anyone else knowing wasn't shown to earthlings.
"I can sense him. His energy is very, very thinly spread. I'm going to him." Seraphiel said in a panic, referring to Cyrus. His wings dragged behind his tall stature as people made way for his run.
Gena and Akira stayed by my side. We sat in her bunker near the basement storage in silence. There was nothing left to say. I had to work, not complain anymore. Feeling so lost wasn't an option anymore.
