Arnold, along with the other Monitors, had arrived.
“Is this the difference between a field monitor and a special-class?”
“No! This is definitely god-class, right?!”
“Eek! What the hell is that eerie black hole?!”
Their voices bounced around like a chaotic volleyball match—exclamations of shock, awe, and absolute confusion.
I exhaled and unmerged from Legion.
Right on cue, the CONSTRUCTORS and exploration-class Monitors arrived to “fix” the city.
Literally.
They’d restore everything—erasing all damage, tampering with citizens’ memories, and ensuring any media leaks were neutralized.
That’s the Monitor Agency for you.
Ah, before we forget…
“Uhm, Legion, what was it you wanted to tell me about?” I asked, stepping closer to the ever-feminine man.
But instead of answering, Legion’s face turned pink. He clutched the hem of his shirt like a shy maiden, avoiding my gaze.
…Where was all that badassery from the battle?!
How cute. Now, propose to me!