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The battle after the death of the boss was as easy as it could get. The four remaining chitinous beasts were killed by the squad with ease and the bridge was cleared for the next patrol team to go through.
Ishiki was in good mood as he stepped out of the bathroom, steam rising from his skin. He scrubbed a towel through his damp hair, finally feeling human again.
The hot water had washed away the sludge, the golden blood, and the metallic tang of the Alpha's innards, but it couldn't wash away the cold knot of anxiety in his chest.
He was looking at his new cloths and suddenly a gloomy expression found its way to his face.
They were a fresh set of clothes he had bought from the quartermaster: a crisp white shirt, black trousers, and a modest, charcoal-grey coat that would help him blend into the endless twilight of the city. These cloths were by far better than his old pair actually.
