There is a martial artist wearing the Divine Management Bureau uniform.
Not just one!
But they... are not fighting, rather... facing death!
One martial artist's half body has been smashed into a bloody mess, relying on just one arm, he clings tightly to a monster's thick limb, flowing with corrosive mucus, as blood spurts from his mouth, his gaze firmly locked in the direction of the force field barrier, shouting something with his last ounce of power.
And farther out, a middle-aged man who looks like a captain, with a huge, transparent bloody hole in his chest, leans against a broken wall, no longer breathing.
Yet his actions before dying... are still crawling forward.
Ahead, is where the Life Ghost is.
Everyone left alive inside, their eyes lack desire, only possessing an almost numb determination and... command!
They use their gaze and the last movements of their broken bodies to convey a message with stunning clarity.
Maintain the force field at all costs!
