The Demon's face slammed against the glass in front of him, so close, so clear. Notar felt as though he could almost wail and escape, but the sense of duty weighing on him kept him from moving his legs.
A Folding Blade pierced through the Demon's body, penetrating the glass along with it. Blood dripped through the cracks, splattering onto Notar, clinging to his skin, bringing a warm temperature.
It was the Soldiers, they had arrived nearby, slashing and shooting, driving the Demons out of the command room area.
They were as terrified as Notar, but to protect the command room, they threw themselves into battle without hesitation.
Notar's heart surged with emotions, perhaps the only courage he could muster, as he bit his teeth and turned the helm.
"For…"
Notar wanted to shout a slogan, but when the words reached his mouth, nothing came out.
