Always, the group had seen its fair share of dilapidated ruins, but the sight of the colonial satellite before them still evoked an unusual feeling.
Under the illumination of the lights, they could clearly see the crumbling houses around them, the destroyed facilities––and the countless corpses.
Indeed, the bodies of the people killed on the colonial satellite, even after several years, still floated in this icy metal tomb. They hadn't rotted or deteriorated, just remained as they were at the time of death, and under the light, one could see tens of thousands of bodies suspended and drifting without a hint of reaction.
"..........it's really uncomfortable."
Even Ann at this point had a dejected expression, and Mary looked even paler, only Ogis remained unchanged, staring out the window as if unaffected by the sight of those bodies.
"Why, why did this happen?"
At the sound of Mary's mutter, Duanmu Huai shrugged his shoulders and reached out to pat Lumiaire beside him.