Editing City Series:Volume6e Chapter7 (section)

===Part 3===

The AIF transport ship and the German two-hull warship approached in the sky.

Someone far below the sky was watching that encounter between the two forces.

That person was on the bottommost level of Germania.

There was a small park there so far down that the moonlight barely reached it.

A work of art could be found on the red brick ground at the center of the park.

It was a silver giant. The 8-yard giant wore silver armor, except its metal body was smashed and embedded in the red brick floor. It lay on its back with no left arm, a smashed chest, and both legs broken and burst.

The moonlight reflected off of several things on the sides of the hole that led all the way up to the surface.

Those were the places the silver Panzer had struck on its way down, leaving pieces of its armor behind.

Those armor fragments fell like sand on the center of the park where a man lay collapsed on his stomach.

He wore a terribly disheveled Geheimnis Agency officer uniform. He was missing his left arm and his prosthetic right arm was stabbed into the floor. Its metal fingers were spread out and fibrous metal wires ran from the hand to the ground.

His eyes were on the giant cross visible within the imperfect circle of the moon. And on the AIF transport ship and German two-hull ship floating next to it.

Something spread from his body on the moonlit floor.

The puddle looked nearly black in the pale moonlight.

A change occurred on the floor stained dark by that liquid.

A serpentine shadow formed on the red brick surface and that began to bulge out like a vein.

That was the result of Tristan’s power surging out into the ley lines.

A man’s hand silently moved above the red brick vein.

He said nothing, put up no resistance, and didn’t move his broken legs. He simply grabbed the floor with his right hand.

His finger armor came away and fibrous metal wires spilled out. They no longer took the shape of a hand, but those tiny metal wires moved thousands or tens of thousands of ways to grab ahold of the vein on the floor.

A scratchy voice left a bleeding mouth and spoke up into the sky.

“Is this compromise your answer?”

His eyes were on the two aerial ships in the sky.

He spoke as if savoring the flavor of the blood in his mouth.

“Instead of redoing it all, you would stage a revolution and make it so none of it ever happened?”

<Tragedy is found in the name of sacrifice.>

His forearm armor split and the metal wires controlling it were released.

“If you refuse to redo it all, then you mustn’t just forget the dead.”

The metal wires spread out across their moveable range and went taut, producing a sound like a string instrument.

“You must not hide them behind revolution. You must have the courtesy to say out loud that their deaths were meaningless!”

His eyes looked to his right shoulder without moving his head. There were two Phlogiston Plattes inside that shoulder armor.

“If this world cannot even do that, then it deserves to be destroyed!”

<Tragedy is an indelible memory.>

The man raised his voice, the words rushing from his opened mouth.

He shouted a couple of names. And then…

“Eingeweide arm Tragisch – Ober Beweisen.”

The two Phlogiston Plattes in his shoulder shattered and the metal wires spreading out across the floor swelled out.

Then he and the arm vanished.

All that remained was the dark blood puddle and the moonlight.

But a pulse pounded. The floor vein began to throb and beat.