Chairwoman: Final round of the vote.
Chairwoman: Voters, please hurry up.
Chairwoman: One minute to go.
Mesmer Jr.: ...
Chairwoman: Please be responsible to your votes in every round.
Chairwoman: Vote as soon as possible.
Debate Moderator: The draft-avocates have more votes now, but they still need more than that to meet the supermajoritarian requirement.
Mesmer Jr.: What ...!
Chairwoman: Please vote now.
Chairwoman: Thirty seconds to go.
Chairwoman: Final countdown.
Chairwoman: Ten seconds to go.
Chairwoman: This will be your last chance to vote. Please hurry up!
Chairwoman: Voting closed.
Chairwoman: Storm Reformation: Manpower and Discipline passed.
Mesmer Jr.: ...!!
Lilya: Bucket list, one less!
Lilya: The glass is not as hard as I thought.
Lilya: Hey, time to wake up, Vertin.
Vertin: ...
Senior Guard: What's that sound? What's going on?!
Staff staying outside the ward rush into the room.
Lilya: That was a quick reaction.
Lilya: Oдин, две, три ... Well, relax. I'll keep the acceptable damage under eight.
Mesmer Jr.: What ... w-what is this ...
Mesmer Jr. crouches next to the stool, rubbing her hands aimlessly.
The staff are putting on well-designed helmets as they come in.
Senior Guard: Everyone, get your gear, formation one ...
Senior Guard: Capture the intruder!
Lilya: Hahaha! Bring it on! Let me have my dear long-lost real fight!
FINAL BOSS: Lord of Dream (Matrix)
Lilya: Heh ... heh heh ... hahaha ...
Senior Guard: Emergency! Room 1525 calling for backup!
Lilya whisks away his walkie-talkie.
Lilya: Hey, no backup! I need to strictly follow the damage control standard.
Vertin: ...
Vertin: L- ... Lilya ...?
Lilya: Finally awake?
Lilya: Nice, time for us to leave.
Lilya: Come here and sit on the broom ... yes, behind me ... Grab tight! Don't say I didn't warn you if you fall down and die!
Vertin: Urgh ...
Neither the mind nor the body is responding to her calling.
No reaction can be given to what is happening.
She only knows to grab the handrail tightly.
The metal handrail feels cold and hard. This is the result of everyone's effort.
Lilya: Alright, Red 38, let's go!
A strong shake.
Senior Guard: Mesmer Jr., Mesmer Jr.! What are you doing?! They are running away! Go ... Get them!
Mesmer Jr.: sobs They are, mad people …
Lilya: Save your whining for Constantine!
The broom rises into the air.
It doesn't waste a second to pause, flying towards the open windows.
The dazzling, glaring white light—so strange, but also so familiar.
Warm wind blows in through the window.
It's a cloudless, sunny day outside.
Vertin: ...
Vertin: What good weather.
Vertin: My friends.