"Hold on!" Satou shouted, slashing frantically. But no matter how much he cut, more flesh grew back. Jessica's screams were becoming weaker, her struggles more feeble.
"Satou... why aren't you saving me? Why are you just watching me die?"
"I'm trying!" Satou's voice was desperate. "I'm trying but it's not working!"
Then Jessica's face began melting, skin sliding off bone like wax under heat. Her screams became gurgles, then silence. Within seconds, there was nothing left but a skeleton being pulled into the wall, then even that was consumed.
"No!" Satou stumbled backward, horrified. "No, that's not—she can't—"
A hand touched his shoulder, and he spun, Void Fang raised defensively.
Lyra stood there, but this Lyra had a face. Her golden eyes looked at him with disappointment and disgust. "You let her die. You could have saved her, but you weren't fast enough. You failed her."
"I tried," Satou said weakly. "I cut the walls but they kept growing back—"
