Acryl couldn't believe what he saw. It makes him want to blind his own eyes with the pencil in his bag. His sanity is falling apart like the aftermath of a crushing wave. Through the crack of the half open door. He sees that.

The mirror that is full of knowledge. And…that thing. That unearth , foul thing that could barely be called a creature. Acryl thinks it is speaking. But every syllable sounds buzzing and ear hurting to him.

That white figure again. The same white hood and the same flash of image. But this time he also heard a voice:

“...Barricade…which one are you? Abnormal death…prevent…”

The questions start to rise in his head. As he sinks down in the never ending asking and un-answering , he felt like the world was a distant light at the end of a tunnel. Far away and unreachable.

And a voice brings him to the tunnel’s light.

Acryl knew there could be multiple forms for one realm-arts. As his vision becomes more clear , he sees the light surrounding him. Acryl recognized Neon’s realm-arts' second form , the form which she rarely uses. The solidified light of Neon’s ability surrounds him like a storm.

Three told them the plan of supporting Josh. Acryl could tell that she is not the leader type of person. But for him , the plan sounds flawless.

Realm-arts: Twenty one layer.

The inside of the tower in clear sight , door torn apart with no sign of break. Three sees the inside of the building. Dust , scattered wood pieces and the still moving unnameable bleeding , torn apart flesh. And in the middle of all of them , stands Josh.

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His mask is more damaged than the last time Three saw it. She wonders if her former captain still remembers her , an insignificant run-away messenger.

Twenty one minutes. Three counts to herself.

Her heart is pumping fast. The improvised speech of hers raised the morale of others , but definitely not her own. She is like a rose , showed others how to bloom , but whitered the first.

“...Barricade…” says the masterless voice.

The cloth flies through the air , as if it is an unstoppable arrow. Aiming directly into the faceless abnormality. The edge of it sharpens , piercing into the unspeakably deep colored flesh. Liquid that are unspeakably thick spreads.

At the same time , colors crash down to it like a mountain. It slowly melts on the body of it. Slow down and squeeze its possible movement.

With the giant light string of Neon, Seven’s arrow launches to that thing. Punching a hole at its twisted squirming flesh.

The bandage pushes more inside. Like a lightning , Three felt something. Something equivalent to the papers she saw in the archive of messengers. Something that can make her flee back to her homeland.

She retracts the bandages.

“...foolish…for I have been blessed by ‘him’.” the masterless voice says , with more emphasis on the last word. The flesh web connects the hole , filling it in a second.

“Acryl , Neon , and…whatever who you are , what the hell?!” Suiming shouts.

“Shoot again! Don’t just let it talk!”

Ten minutes , Acryl thinks as the pain becomes almost unnoticeable.

He saw that white shadow again. The time felt like it slowed down when he looked at that white figure. This time he or she is sitting in the reflection of Suiming’s monocle. As if it was a forever standing throne.

“...Barricade…of…colors maybe?...Anti-meme…is so annoying…sometimes.”

Wait , Acryl thought to himself. Is that person speaking to me?

Acryl saw a light again. The creation of Neon’s realm-arts blocks the ricocheting flesh spike that is launching towards him.

“Leave the rest to me.” Nameless says. The reality around her warps , folds like the Senhashi paper folding art. Creatures that are never seen before come out of the burning air.