"I've come to honor the pact."
Between the blood-red remnants of the sun, the girl held her sharp arm blade like the Grim Reaper harvesting lives, stepping into the magma-like blood-red soil, her shadow elongated by the viscous sunlight as if it were blood itself.
According to the antivirus pact, she was to arrive by his side and kill him the moment Lewis was invaded. It was her duty as an antivirus program.
"Lewis..."
However, just before she could strike, she hesitated.
It was the first time she had seen Lewis like this.
The usually composed human leader was at the world's edge, clutching dark, withered bones in his arms and frantically repeating "I'm sorry." He said he had not done his best, that he had failed to save her.
His tears were few, as if merely a stress response. It was as if some instinct stopped him from crying, constrained him from showing too much vulnerability. This instinct came from within himself.
