He did not find another corpse.
Not immediately.
As soon as he got in the range, Ghost Blade showed him the events happening almost 500 meter away from him.
'How did he go this far away?'
Shiro was still moving when Ishiki's mind pictured the place, it was a plaza kind of — Shiro was bleeding, yes, and running out of options, but still he was fighting.
The fountain in the center had been long reduced to a cracked basin and a stump of rusted pipe.
The debris around it were in fractures, pushed up and over itself by whatever forces had ripped through this place. Two Superior Xenons were using the uneven ground as cover, circling Shiro on opposite sides, keeping just out of his immediate reach and pushing him toward the more broken terrain.
