"What?!" Howard's face twisted in disbelief—but it didn't take long for him to understand. Serah had been broken. The Zombie King had crushed her spirit.
Serah bit her lip, her voice trembling. "I fought him up close. I've never seen anything like it. I don't think… we stand a chance."
Howard stared at her, speechless. This was Serah—the so-called War Goddess of humanity—and now she was saying they had no hope? He couldn't believe it.
Across the table, Claire leaned back in her chair, legs crossed, arms folded, a smug little smile tugging at her lips. In her mind, the meeting was over. The vote was done. Time to go home.
But then—something unexpected happened.
A fourth hand slowly rose into the air.
"...Huh?"
Everyone turned, eyes wide, following the movement.
It was Harren.
"I vote in favor of hunting the Zombie King," he said, his voice low but resolute.
