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It was the scene of a massacre.

Bodies were strewn over the pavement by the dozens, limbs twisted into impossible shapes as miasmic blood poured out from every available orifice. The corpses formed a red carpet upon the road leading to field hospital, not a single scratch left upon the adjacent buildings. They were sinless creatures, spawn of human desires twisted by the cursed karma of the world, and for the blood they wished to spill but had not spilled, she granted them a miserable, painless death. The giant wheel laid upon its side, spokes broken to pieces. The tengu were frozen in mid-flight, even though their torsos pressed against stone. The tsuchigumo splayed their limbs out, as if the weight of their bulbous forms could no longer be sustained by their spindly limbs, as if prostrating before the descended Arhat

And at the end of the road of peaceful corpses, Shine Heart stood, her expression serene and her hands aglow with scarlet gold. One hand swung up, another hand swung down, burning winds circulating into a solid core the size of a fist, before both hands enclosed it in a gesture of prayer.

The youkai dissolved into light, leaving no trace of their existence upon the city, and her heart of gold shone ever brighter because of it.

[color=f7941d][b]“Phew.”[/b][/color]

Zen brushed the dust off her white coat. In the distance, the echoing boom of the Hellfire Witch’s sauce bottles told her all she needed about the status of the Gate; the destructive power Jasmine wielded had always been only second to the former Chiyoda magic girl, and now that she was gone…well, it was a good decision to twist Jun’s arm a bit. Skilled as Zen was in personnel combat, Qigong didn’t really have any tools for fighting inanimate objects, after all. She checked the time again, squinting towards the sun that rose from the sliver of sun glimmering between the marina warehouses, before squinting harder at someone else.

A running man? Naked with scarf on? Juvenile immaturity made her want to stare harder at his chiselled handsome form and the perfect amount of jiggle his pecs had as he ran, but controlled meguca awareness caused Zen to meet him halfway instead. Must’ve been caught in a shower when the evacuation orders came in. In a smooth sweep, she removed her white coat, and offered it to the man.

[color=f7941d][b]“Here,”[/b][/color] Shine Heart spoke, her eyes doing a quick appraisal of him for injuries. [color=f7941d][b]“It’s a chilly day, so cover yourself up before you get a cold, ok? The field hospital’s just another fifty meters ahead; were there any others with you?”[/b][/color]

Surely this couldn’t be Shibuya’s Running Man? Who’d willingly run naked twice in a row, especially in [i]these[/i] temperatures?