"...Whew."

The world was left with only blood, corpses, and silence.

Amidst the constant noise of beans frying, screams, and the wind and rain blending together, the surrounding area felt emptier than ever.

Sadly, it was actually true. There wasn’t a single Icarus Operator around me, except for myself. At times like this, being a Mutant Operator was truly sorrowful. Even if I had the strength to maintain the frontlines alone, that couldn’t fill the mental void I felt.

At my feet lay bodies and blood. The traces of the destruction I had caused.

There was no one alive. The only silver lining was that none of the fallen soldiers were American. They had all managed to retreat in time and reformed their defenses.

From the muzzle of my gun, steam rose. I had spent an immense amount of ammunition, which was the most valuable resource at the HQ right now. Unlike the American soldiers or the higher-ranked team members who had run out of ammo long ago, I had been able to carry on until the very last round.