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She sits indifferently in this corner of the snowfield as howling winds whip around her. The mutated Red Tide intertwines with snowflakes, creating twisted patterns like corroded marble.
...
Huff...
It's coming again.
Holding her hand out, Luna senses the agitation of the Punishing Virus in the air and lets out a weary sigh of disgust.
Hah... Same old, huh?
...Phantom of the Red Tide, what form has you taken this time?
How do you tell I'm the phantom when you can't even see?
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Still refusing to give up? You know well that you'll see the "<phonetic=death>truth</phonetic>" of this world if you step into the Red Tide.
Everything the Ascension-Network took from you, the Red Tide can return... And I mean more than just your eyes.
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I don't see what's making you so stubborn.
You've already seen the "<phonetic=death>future</phonetic>" through the Ascension-Network.
You've seen the future—you know you'll die here, and your power will eventually run dry. If you enter the Red Tide, you could...
...You're annoying me.
The weakened girl raises her hand and, despite her lifeless eyes, accurately shatters the illusion before her.
...You're wasting your time.
Are you just going to sit around doing nothing?
Do you truly believe humans can find a way to deal with <phonetic=future>everything</phonetic> before your power completely fades? Are you still clinging to such fantasies about Earth?
All of this... is none of your concern.
She raises her hand once more, and the Red Tide's illusion completely dissipates into thin air as snow falls in silence.
Can humanity truly find a solution before her power fades away?
Perhaps, or perhaps not. Either way... she will be too powerless to do anything at that point anyway.
She has seen those "<phonetic=deaths>futures</phonetic>".
The snow falls silently, gathering like dust around her. She touches the cold gravel on the ground and gently traces out a humanoid figure.
Luna does not know if she is doing it right, but she still tries to trace the shape as accurately as possible—the same way she has many times before.
Howling winds scatter the snow dust on the ground, bringing with them air thick with the Punishing Virus. Below the cliff, the mutated Red Tide crashes against decaying rocks, and faint voices can be heard from its depths.
...
Luna frowns wearily, letting out a soft sigh and slowly rising to her feet.
She does not like fighting the mutated Red Tide, but...
But she has no choice but to face them.
