Late night, London border.
The command center of the Central Decision Room of the Jurisdiction Bureau was brightly lit, every weary face looking serious and solemn.
The piercing alarm seemed to still echo in their ears, making everyone nervous, anxiously staring at the screen, waiting for results.
The participants were still that same group, basically, the high stage Sublimators could go weeks without sleep or rest and at most just yawn, so they simply never really got sleepy.
While other ordinary members, who had worked overtime until exhaustion, were mostly pulled out of their beds by the alarm, sitting disheveled in their seats, looking at each other.
Especially when they saw that Natural Enemy - Tear who had just walked out from the side door, their nerves grew even more tense.
Natural Enemy appearing at this time?
It smelled of something sinister…
