It took him a long time to slaughter every machine in sight.
Once the wall began to melt, it slowly vanished in wisps of smoke into the air, and what the normal human group witnessed was the fierce aftermath.
It stunned everyone on the spot, making them afraid to move even though they knew the one protecting them meant no harm.
They have seen their benefactor's lone figure, 18061819 (Six).
He is a few steps away, standing above the scraps of machines he slaughtered without so much as a scream. His hair appeared to be drenched in sweat, and his breathing had become a bit uneven.
If someone looks at his arm, one would notice a continuous dark liquid sliding down under his left sleeves, his blood.
Thinking it appeared he had forgotten to summon back the white ribbon that had just
