How fragile is the human body.

Even the slightest touch of a magical projectile was enough to shatter it, scattering limbs like broken twigs.

Crack.

The blood mist sprayed from Muria-17-06’s disintegrated body, coating the girl’s face in a crimson veil.

“A… ah…”

The girl’s mind froze.

Her mouth hung open, her expression vacant, as if her entire consciousness had shut down.

This must be a dream, she thought.

A reality this cruel, this grotesque, could not possibly exist.

“…What a nuisance.”

The Director frowned.

One girl was a mindless husk. The other had foolishly thrown her life away.

Now …