"Then you walk out of this building with your documentation and your leverage and your collection of powerful women, and you attempt to survive on your own against an enemy that has been manipulating human civilization for a quarter century." She tilted her head slightly. "You are talented, Mr. Nakano. Possibly the most naturally talented individual I have ever encountered. But you are not invincible. And neither are the people you love."
The threat was delivered with the same gentle, maternal tone she used for everything else. It somehow made it worse.
Satori. Natalia's voice was steady now, the initial panic replaced by cold resolve. She's not wrong. Whatever this thing is, whatever caused the Rupture, we can't fight it alone. We barely survived the Academy. We barely survived the tournament. We've been lucky. So goddamn lucky. And luck runs out.
