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We'll take the torch from our brothers and sisters, and we'll light the way...

We'll make sure that all of Ursus sees—

And knows that we once lived.

The miners who chose to stay behind raise their torches high in the cold night.

They form a bright belt of fire on the ice, one that the gunners cannot miss.

'Ursus will not bury this night the way it has buried many others,' they firmly believe.

The red eyes gaze upon the firelight.

The guns continue to fire, and the ice continues to crack, sending more miners into the gaping crevasses.

They shout and keep their torches high to the very end, with only a slight trembling in their voices.

Of course they are afraid. Of course they are fearful.

But they keep their torches raised, trading their lives for the lives of those behind them.

The Rhodes Island personnel try to stop them, but no one listens.

They're still firing, Amiya! Eloysius's vehicles are full, and the next batch hasn't arrived yet—

Amiya!

Why... why are they doing this?

We have to stop them. We can't let—

I can't stop this many in my current state.

But there must be something we can do.

Mantra...

I can feel it. I can feel their...

Their... anger.

It's so powerful. It's like it's burning them to ashes.

No...

I won't let them.

This—

This slaughter has to stop!

Anger. The same anger.

An emotion that Amiya has always fought to suppress, one that she would never allow to run unchecked.

Anger lights up her eyes, ignites her heart, and flows to her fingertips.

'Even if I don't take revenge, even if I never hold a grudge, I still have the right to rage on forever!'

The cerulean and black sword of wrath once again appears in her hand.

Ying Xiao—

A clean swing. Blue fire bursts from the tip of the sword, the highly concentrated energy drawing a wall of fire on the ice in the blink of an eye—another long and clear boundary.

On one side, the cracking ice and the shells repelled by the wall of fire.

On the other, the little Cautus and the torch-bearing Infected.

You...

Amiya points her sword at the shore, at the Army that has herded and slaughtered people like livestock.

'You go no further.'

Blue fire rages at her sword-tip, a warning to the murderers, be it the guns, the soldiers, or the battleships. Until the flames cease, until the score is settled—

None shall pass.

'Sir, high-powered Originium signal, twelve o'clock, source unknown!'

'Slow down and observe.'

'Yes, sir.'

...Did they cease fire?

No, they just slowed down.

You've stopped some of their attacks, Amiya. Rendezvous ASAP.

The other vehicles will arrive soon! Let's get out of here!

...No.

I'm staying until everyone is out.

Wait... something's coming!

A vehicle's coming toward us at high speed from the west, but it's not one of ours—I think it's a truck!

They drove onto the ice!

On alert—

Raidian! Finally got this thing to work. It's us! Me, Doctor, Ksenia—

And Lyudmila.;And Operator Crownslayer.

Rhodes Island...;Assemble.

Amiya!

Doctor! Mon3tr! How did you—

And, Operator Crownslayer...?

Didn't have time to chat along the way. I have a lot of questions myself.

But get on first.

We owe the Truckers' Union one.;I'll tell you about it later.

Is everyone alright?

Won't disappoint you.

We'll catch up later. For now, we need to get out of here.

Yes. Operator Mon3tr, Operator Crownslayer...;And {@nickname}, reporting in.

After scanning the survivors on the ice, the lights of the outpost on the southwest shore of Lake Neva point to the Army on the opposite shore.

White light faces off against red light, and the shelling grows even sparser.

'All units, this is Dispatch.'

'All units, cease fire immediately. We have an urgent request from Deity Grypherburg.'

'Repeat, all units, cease fire immediately.'

'Please acknowledge.'

'Yes, sir.'

Looks like it's stopped... for real this time.

And everyone's here.

Thank goodness...

Yes...

Looks like we made it.

<p=1>Barren Farmlands, Ursus-Kazimierz Border</>

Oh... Another sunny day. I don't seem to remember any winters ever being so warm.

How wonderful... As long as the wheat we're planting survives the winter and we don't hit a Catastrophe, we'll be self-sufficient next year!

It's a little too early to celebrate, after all I've been through...

Come on, have a little optimism, Babushka! There was a time we thought we'd have nowhere to go, that we'd just die in the barrens! But now, we have our own farm, a house, and hot porridge—

Huh? Who's over there...?

It's Miss Talulah! And Nine!

Miss Talulah, are you helping us pull the weeds?

Talulah, she's talking to you.

Oh—

Yes, that's right. Am I doing it wrong?

I saw everyone doing it this way, and the weeds here have grown pretty tall. So tall you can't see the wheat.

No, no, you're doing it right. Pulling the weeds out will help make sure the wheat gets enough nutrients to survive the winter—

You're such a quick learner!

Pff.

You've already pulled so many, and you haven't hurt a single wheat bud! Looks like you don't need my help anymore.

You taught us well. How's Iakov, by the way?

The new medicine he's been taking is very effective, thanks to you! He used to writhe in pain until he fell out of bed at night, but no more.

Be sure to take care of yourself, too.

I know. Honestly, this is already much better than what I was expecting, getting to keep him by my side.

Thank you, both of you, and bless the Reunion Movement!

...No need to thank me.