"We are guardians, but also a bunch of miserable wretches that are constantly fighting against threats and madness."
Dunn's words echoed throughout Old Neil's house. They reverberated across the corroded floor, the walls, and ceiling, as well as within Klein's mind and soul.
He'd never had a stronger impression of that sentence than the one he had now.
He felt that he wouldn't forget this feeling for as long as he lived, even if he were to return to Earth.
Amidst the still atmosphere, Dunn walked towards Old Neil's "corpse" and kneeled down. He took out a white handkerchief from the pocket of his trench coat and covered it over the dark red, crystalline eyeball which looked pained.
At this moment, Klein noticed that the keys of the piano had stopped moving. A faint, translucent figure appeared.
This… Klein, who had activated his Spirit Vision before entering the house, froze.
He hadn't noticed this strange "soul" until now!
