In fact, everyone here is about to confront an enemy they never dared to imagine, one that looms like a mighty mountain, pressing on people's hearts. It would be impossible to say there's no fear. Their current state might be due to... having given up...
If they were only facing a massive wave of corpses, even with slim odds, there'd still be hope, even if just a tiny bit. The biological instinct to survive would drive them to fight with all their might. But this time, they don't see despair; no matter how hard they fight, the outcome is the same. Although it's not entirely hopeless, the light of hope is so faint that it immediately evokes a sense of despair!
Myself...
Ghost Head finds himself like a robot without autonomous consciousness, completing a mission everyone is born with, yet this mission holds no meaning for his soul.
"Sigh..." He let out a sigh, continuing to gaze at the purple-colored northwest.
