Yuri Lannester, who had told me to leave everything to her and proceed upward, was now disassembled into five pieces, like Exodia. The sight filled me with an indescribable anger directed at a vague multitude, only for a sense of relief to follow shortly after.

Clench.

“...Mima?”

“...”

I hugged Yuri tightly for a moment.

If I hadn’t been beaten down by Dark Yuna, I would have found out about Yuri’s disappearance only after everything was over. That would have been an unbearable grief—for both Yuna and myself.

Afterward, I worked on putting her back together.

I welded her severed …