The rain grew heavier, its pounding noise easily drowning out the ticking of the pocket watch.
Ina stood at the bridgehead, gazing silently for a long time at the lake below, agitated under the torrential rain.
Much time had passed since the appointed hour with Gerard.
But he had never shown up.
Leaving Ina alone, standing there just like that night ten years ago when they'd set off for the Polluted Land on a sudden departure.
"Father... why?"
Ina whispered softly.
"Why leave me alone again?"
She lifted her head, letting the rain pelt her cheeks; in the night sky cluttered with dark clouds where the moon couldn't be seen, she recalled another's face.
"...Brother."
...
Rip!
The Chainsaw Sword struggled to split the corpse before it in two.
Its operation was now far from smooth; too much flesh and small bones jammed between the teeth had dulled its once-sharp edge, turning it into a "blunt knife."
Just like Gerard at the moment.
Splat!
