Nearly an hour had passed since the gargoyles began invading the city from the skies.
However, the defense of the soldiers, as well as Anastasia and her party, was... well, good enough.
The casualties were at a bare minimum. Though it seemed like even with all that power, Anastasia was holding back, trying not to do more than she actually could.
Is she trying to stay in her place? Rael pondered. Maybe she doesn't want to alter this memory too much. But maybe altering is what I need if I want to see that eye again.
Still, the gazes of the fishies on the ground that looked at him with hope and disbelief kinda stung.
Aurelius is dead. He doesn't belong in this memory... Oh.
If he doesn't belong, then that's just perfect.
What better way to alter a memory than by helping them fight?
"Heh..." Rael wiped the smug look off his face, and after dusting himself off, he kicked off the rooftop and onto another.
