Lin Sanjiu dangled a fork from her lips, lost in thought.
'The very order that keeps the apocalyptic world running is about to collapse entirely… Is this the so-called "Great Flood"?'
'When will this "collapse" happen? And what will things be like after it does?'
'More importantly, how can she and her friends survive this flood, let alone find any lasting peace…?'
Questions piled one on top of the other, weighing on her mind like a mountain, but right now, she couldn't think of a single solution.
"If only we had more information," she said, realizing only after the words were out. "The rules are failing. That means that even with visas, we can't predict where we'll end up next… right? If that's the case, how are we supposed to form an alliance?"
At that, she recalled the Puppeteer asking Silvan for Consular Officers. "…What does he want with so many Consular Officers?"
