"Oh, do you have any more opinions?"
The female voice rang out again, faintly, and the atmosphere became oppressive and solid once more.
"N-no... I mean..."
For some reason, at that very moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka felt a faint pain in her cerebral cortex, as if an instinct buried in her genes was desperately foreboding, like being stared down by a ruler at the top of the food chain, causing her hair to nearly stand on end.
Even though she didn't know where the woman was or in which direction she was casting her gaze, the enormous sense of pressure and crisis left the girl with almost a blank mind.
If it weren't for the experience from the first Grand Order that tempered her mind and body...
If she hadn't crossed multiple singularities and historical eras, overcoming difficulties and honing her firm resolve, she might not have been able to hold onto herself at that moment.
"Ugh...!!"
