He had been lying low, seizing the initiative. He'd had a chance to reap the greatest rewards without even waiting for the Holy Banquet to begin, but that was all in the past now.
"What's the status of the other Divine Spirit's Believers?" he asked again.
"Not even one in ten survived. The rest are just struggling to hang on," the Faceless Man prostrating on the ground said, shaking his head.
After a moment of silence, the grayish-white crystal spoke. "Wait for things to blow over, then find a way out of the city. Use a low-tech method to pass on the message…"
Before it could finish, the metal ceiling overhead suddenly began to tremble violently. It emitted a harsh, grating sound and then burst apart.
Chunks of concrete rained down, and twisted steel rebar jutted out from the rupture. Amid the swirling dust, a familiar, brawny arm came smashing through.
