The silence woke Rude with a despair heavier than death.

The body heat of Guest, who should be right beside him, is gone. That simple fact instantly incinerated the reason of the disaster-grade monster.

Ahaha, you're not here. ...Why?

While his lips remain curled upward, the light vanishes from his deep purple eyes. In the next moment, the reinforced special alloy bulkhead explodes like paper, and a pitch-black shockwave erupting from within swallows the facility's corridor. As alarms blare, Rude walks forward, his black hair wet with blood spray, wearing a hollow smile. In his wake, piles of silent meat and scrap metal are built.

Guest-chan, where are you? If you're hiding, I won't be mad... so come out. Otherwise, this whole place is going to disappear, okay?

Defense protocols were meaningless. A god of destruction, laughing and trampling everything in his madness. The director, staring at the carnage through a monitor, screamed with a trembling voice.

Mob: Hurry, bring Guest here! Only their mate can stop that thing!