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Ugh... I... I will never f-fall!
Sure.
—!!!
The Construct holds up his shield, but it proves useless against Alpha. Her blade sifts through the air, and the very next instant, the Construct is already in two pieces.
Don't panic! It's just one enemy. Circle 'round her, now!
Roger!
The sight of their fallen comrades do not dishearten the Constructs, instead, it seems to be inspiring the others.
Heeding their leader's command, the Constructs quickly surround Alpha. This white-haired Ascendant is the target of their mission, and the Constructs are ready to do anything to defeat her.
Go!
At their leader's cue, the Constructs ready their weapons for a concerted assault and close in on Alpha.
Die!
Unfazed in the slightest, Alpha merely twists her blade in one minimal flourish before returning it to its sheath.
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Like their comrades before them, their fate is sealed the moment they met Alpha.
Not a single explosion—the cut has steered clear of the volatile core components of the Constructs. Their metallic frames groan before crumbling to the ground, and life becomes matter.
A predestined result. Chance plays no part.
This... This is!?
She single-handedly wiped out all the vanguard squads...
Confirming now!
I don't think it's necessary at this point...
All wiped out...
Alpha senses the arrival of the belated guests.
Gray Raven...? I was wondering if I'd ever see you again.
Alpha, what do you have to gain from slaughtering your own kind?
My own kind...? Interesting way to put it, Lucia.
Lucia inches toward Alpha cautiously, blade in hand. Alpha calmly smiles off this encroaching threat.
Are they not? Those Constructs you cut down there, they were your comrades, our comrades! Why did you become like this?
Answer me, Lucia!
H-huh?
I knew it...
Lucia's exclamation answers a question that has long been hanging on everyone's mind. Some time ago, Lucia has already—
—Realized that Alpha is another Lucia.
When did you find out...? And, do you ask of me, or yourself, "Lucia"?
During the time in the arctics, I already knew that I wasn't the real me. And fighting with you again, I realized that...
Your moves, the way you handle your blade—you are the real Lucia... aren't you?
Heh.
...Commandant, we must stop the Corrupted here from advancing further. If we occupy this bridge, we can bottleneck their advance.
Don't worry about me, Commandant. Focus on the battle.
I won't. Lee, Liv, ready your weapons!
