Story Reader / Main Story / 12 Kowloong Metropolis / Story
...F-finally, I'm in position.
"In position," as in near the light wall. Luna did not spell it out loud, but the three Ascendants are fully aware that certain results are expected in this operation.
As the war rages on in Kowloong, the balance slowly shifts. The Ascendants have occupied quite a few outer areas and turned them into domains of the virus.
You've been infected, huh? On the orders of Lady Qu, I will grant you a quick death!
—!
Lamia compresses the virus and discharges it wherever she goes. Just like what Roland said, the Phecda—without Inver-Devices to protect them—are easy hosts for the virus. They quickly join the Corrupted ranks.
Damn it...
As the viral density in the area rises, Kowloong's arrogance gives way to angst. They begin to lock down streets to minimize the damage.
Captain, there's a female Corrupted at the defense line!
From the way she moves... she's an Ascendant! All units, destroy her!
At the Phecda leader's command, all Phecdas snap into action and fire away at Lamia. But instead of hitting the target—
The bullets phase right through her.
Is that only a... projected image? Then she must be near. Smoke her out!
No, not a projection, but an illusion. It's bye-bye when you see it.
Ugh... Aaargh!
Before the Kowloong guards can scatter, Lamia descends upon them. With a point of her finger, bulges appear on their bodies and quickly spread over like rashes.
A Lamia specialty—using the Punishing Virus to paralyze a frame's control systems.
The virus spreads amid anguished cries, but Lamia does not seem the least bothered by the screams. Instead, a stricken expression overtakes her.
This is exhausting... Those explosions too, it must have been Gabriel... Looks like he can handle that light wall himself...
And Roland...
Oh, no response...? Maybe... I can just... go home first...?
...Naw, that won't do. They'll be mad...
Someone's coming this way along the train tracks... Must be that Akdilek they mentioned earlier... How did Babylonia manage to bring all these people together?
As Lamia ruminates on her growing troubles, her expression darkens. Eventually, she lets out a resigned sigh.
...Fiiineee. I'll go somewhere populated in the city and start putting on a show. That should please Miss Luna.
Mh-hm, sounds like a plan.
