"It's over." Mira whispered, dragging her hands through her hair and resting them at the back of her head. "Right? I mean, there has to be several hundred Shinigami in this rubble, what chance do we have?" She asked Tatsumi, taking a step closer to the wall and away from the moving mountain of rubble and reincarnated monsters.
Tatsumi kept quiet, despite the growing helplessness among his immediate family, which he alone was currently able to cure, he couldn't move. He was hardly breathing, his mind was lost on the other side of the wall. Teru, was, dead.
"Tatsumi.." Mira called worriedly, seeing a shell-head's arm pop from the mound of Shinigami and rubble. "Tatsumi." She called again, but when the Shinigami forced it's entire torso free and he didn't move, she took a stand in front
