"Mikhail?"
Hooked kiss's face changed as he looked at Mikhail, who was still holding his right hand suspended in mid-air. Mikhail's expression was stiff, and his eyes seemed to have broken through human limits, constantly bouncing in their sockets, emitting various incomprehensible texts.
And in Mikhail's view, the virtual prompts brought by the various Prosthetic implants since he became an adult were disappearing quickly. The turbulent Tree Continent, the crossing into another world, seemed entirely ignored by his brain...
He held his posture, lifting his right hand, but saw the sight before him gradually being covered in gray-white. Floating down from the sky, like goose feathers with the smell of machine oil, Frost Snow, potentially mixed with radioactive elements, couldn't be seen outside New Moscow City. Yet, for some reason, he always remembered it so profoundly.
It's snowing again in New Saint Petersburg.
That's what he thought.
[Warning! Warning!]
