Seeing this, Kisha couldn't help but recall her own past lives, the moments when she had been surrounded by endless waves of zombies. Back then, hope had felt distant, her body and mentality worn down from fighting, dying, and starting over again, as though she were trapped in an unending cycle of torment.
Those nightmarish memories tightened her chest, and her heart ached for the sender of the message and the image, for she understood all too well how desperate their situation truly was.
「On the Other Side」
"Senior Brother… we can't hold on much longer. The Demon Army is closing in, and we've already lost so many of our allies…"
A girl of about sixteen broke down as she spoke, her voice trembling with sobs. "Elder Martial Brother died buying us time to escape. We couldn't even bring his body back. And so many of the elders… they perished in this war. What are we supposed to do?"
