The Bloodied Path to Freedom XIII

Seiya tilted his head yet again, questioning what being a woman had to do with anything. A faint sense of familiarity tugged at him—he had encountered something like this before—but his failing memory offered no answers. With his deteriorating cognitive state, he struggled to retain past encounters for long.

"Riena, let it go. Save those who can still be saved—time is slipping away," the bulky senior urged, his voice firm yet weary.

Clicking her tongue in frustration, Riena averted her gaze. "Lay them side by side."

The boys carefully placed the elite and Eiro beside each other. Standing over them, Riena extended her hands, activating her ability without further delay.

Moments later, she withdrew her arms and gave a single nod—she was done. The boys crouched over Eiro, watching anxiously for any sign of movement. Meanwhile, the elite's eyes slowly dimmed before closing completely, his body growing still and lifeless.