The cold winds roar the Monster's yells across the plains, echoing off the mountain ranges rising behind them. In Rainzard, which spreads out at the foot of the mountain, it is the whisper of the Grim Reaper that announces death and makes the people shiver. It is a slow and unstable time in which no one feels alive, accelerating further devotion to Hero and Deviant.
And then a few more minutes passed. The incessant screams of the Monsters gradually diminished as time went by. And most of the Monsters were cleaned up by Albert and Carnelia. The corpses of Monsters who had met their physical deaths were rotting away, filling their nostrils with the scent of blood and flesh.
With beads of sweat and blood running down the contours of their cheeks, Albert and Carnelia, breathing on their shoulders, attack the few remaining Monsters. The two of them, who were determined to achieve a sure sweep, were so intense that they did not appear to be pure, innocent, and helpless people.