"It ended up like this. It's too bad."

"...It didn't end up like this. It ended up like this now, you damned punk. It's an overly belated conclusion considering all you've done."

"That's not wrong."

Kak!

The inside of the hanger, which had become a mess that could not be called anything other than a mess, faced the mutants who had become rags and the slowly collapsing web.

Race, who had used up almost all of his proud blood and was struggling to repair his body, was breathing hard. Behind him were the mutants who had collapsed on a mountain of debris, or were buried in the debris.

Some had passed out, while others were still squirming. However, everyone had suffered large and small abrasions and were bleeding profusely from their entire bodies.