Chapter 21: E.B

The air changed. From that of a battlefield to that of a dead city. The sound of my heartbeat, which had been almost deafening, had vanished. In sync with the silent city, my breathing had calmed. I reached for the head armor with a hole in it. Tried to grab it—and failed. “Ha ha,” Only now did the trembling begin. How pathetic. I let out a self-deprecating laugh, clenched my hand tightly, then opened it wide. I repeated that motion three times. Only then did my grip strength…