"Ha, those fucking bastards..."

Inside the Yukon Medical Center, there was not a trace of moonlight—only clouds, snow, and wind filling the space.

The heavy scent of blood flooded through the icy air. Unlike the lobby, the medical center, lit only by portable work lights typically found at construction sites, was dark.

Amidst this, Logan, clad in her gear and covered in numerous wounds, let out a slow exhale. Her breath came out in thick clouds. Considering the Icarus Gear normally concealed even breath vapor, this wasn’t a good sign.

Her wounds were slowly healing, but the rate of injury was accelerating faster than the healing process.

───Tudududududu!

"...!"