At the last, there was another girl, her cream Jason by Jason Kenney blouse, a black pleated A-line skirt soaked through, dripping with water, her raven black hair covering her face.
She frowned, unable to find the right words to express her confession, as slowly, they were joined by others of their kind, all of them just like one of these familiar faces, identical; all of them launching into attack, wave after wave crashing against the tentacles of the massive thing.
“What’s happening?” Miki asked, also catching sight of the strangers on the roof.
Alaina shook her head.
“I don’t know,” she murmured.
Chaos reigned. The creature struggled against the seemingly endless wave of new homunculi, cruelly familiar homunculi, some of them absorbed into its mass as they fell, others cutting sharp wounds across the glistening body of the ugly invader.
“I don’t get this,” Yuusuke said, “I don’t get any of this.”