As the saying goes, live to fight another day. Seeing that the situation was turning south, Nightmare was already considering a retreat.
If Rancho Cucamonga wasn't safe anymore, then he'd just head straight for San Diego.
He mulled it over in his mind—better to retreat early than wait until it was too late. If they hesitated, they might not even get the chance to run.
"Let's go!"
"Got it." Scissorhands nodded and quickly signaled their core members to fall back.
But just as Nightmare turned around, something felt off.
"Wait… what's that?" His gaze locked onto a figure standing atop a massive boulder ahead.
It was a girl—slender, long brown hair, big eyes. She stood there, one hand casually tucked into her pocket, the other resting on the hilt of a tachi slung over her shoulder. Her expression was blank, but her eyes were locked onto him with an unsettling intensity.
Nightmare's face twisted in shock. He recognized her immediately.
