The moment she woke, the despair on the battlefield vanished.
At the end of the river stood Quiet Mountain.
The place those world leaders had gazed at from Cat's Ideal for a hundred years.
The wind whales carrying corpses on their backs began swimming toward that safe zone with everything they had.
If she said it was safe, then it would protect every player who entered it.
The bodies piled on the whales' backs like mountains.
Some were ordinary players.
Many were world leaders.
At this moment, only the world leaders and divine players who had fully awakened their Divine Talent Words remained on the battlefield.
Rust Monument's army had only forty percent left.
But compared with Adjudicator players who still had fatal weaknesses, Rust Monument's Ash Legion was almost a perfect war machine.
There was no time for grief or guilt.
Rita squeezed her eyes shut for a moment.
Then she quickly put away the bullets, the cube, and the flower before charging toward Rust Monument.
