Door that will go away with a good woo.

I call it floating. That strange feeling runs through my body.

The number installed at the top of the entrance gradually changes to something that glows.

Silence. I don't think we're going to talk about anything.

Maybe I should ask you something.

Maybe I should keep my mouth shut when I talk poorly.

I held my head. Too worried.

"How far can we go to fulfill it?

"Heh? Isn't that the top floor?

"Haha. Right. That's right."

"Do you have any other intentions?

"There are still sparks of war left in the world."