Basement, feeling of humiliation, strange captivity in space.
Currently, the situation for Ibaraki-dōji is very bleak.
But what is more unfortunate is yet to come.
Multiple adversaries.
The enemies she faces are numerous, not just the one occupying her right hand, "Kenjiro"—
First, a black drone flew skillfully out and again disappeared into a part of the hotel.
Only leaving behind an illusory drone phantom, hovering in the center of the battlefield, the lens swiveling back and forth, faithfully recording everything about to happen.
The war correspondent began his work.
The illusions left by the drone horror story, of course, signify little on the battlefield.
But appearing simultaneously are seven figures, sharing unified energies, emerging from various chaotic black lines in the hotel, holding a wide range of weapons, eager and ready:
"Let's fight! Let's fight! It's been a while since we've been active, who's the enemy of our Master this time?"
