16 Evernight Beat

The mark of the World Government which bears the hope of humanity appears at the top of the room with dignity. Another "World Government Conference" is about to start.

Science is a torch that lights the way to humanity's future, not a wind that fans the flame of some civil war.

The logs have been arranged from left to right chronologically by Liv. Your fingertip flips over a page, and another memory is reawakened in your mind.

Asimov stops tapping on the projection and points toward one point on the globe.

The humanoids slowly turn around, their strangely-shaped feet crushing the bones on the ground, making an eerie, squeaking noise.

Hans is not very loud, but his voice is firm enough to reach every one of your ears, making you all stand straight.

Your head is slowly recovering from the spike of adrenaline, but you can still hear the voices of Hetero-Sapiens from all corners of the Forest Park Ruins, warning you not to let your guard down.

He winds up the war machine that is you all, the elites of Babylonia, and you march on toward CPF 040.

The Central Purification Filter that was the basis of humanity's life on the surface against the Punishing Virus is now penetrated by the crimson plants, erected in the middle of the field, twisting and towering.

Their gaze pierces through the crowd and extends toward the species you belong to—humanity.

In the last few moments before you fall unconscious, you hear thunderous explosions.

I will be back. Trust me.

The war between humanity and the Punishing Virus begins anew, here and now.

This is the never-ending cycle of despair.

Our Parliament was established to build a better future for humanity.