☀️ Arselia and Akonia

After a long day of taking down rebels, Garrett sat hunched over, staring intently at his brother. In his peripheral vision, he saw what his comrades were doing; their monotonous voices blended into a dense mass from which it was so difficult to extract even a few grains of meaning. At the same time, another voice emerged in his mind, painfully familiar, whispering, whispering more and more insistently. "You know what to do. Choose and decide." Brother? No, that can't be... "Come on. Damn it. Are you just a trembling coward?" How they all annoy him. He would like to hit them all on the head. And Mellen, who attached herself to the group, so brazenly pushing her way to the front of the life-saving basket. And Ayko, in her stupid nobility, stubbornly unwilling to leave anyone behind. And Merel, who has gone mad in his greedy desire to save his belongings. But most of all...

Nora replies to Merel.
- No! I don't want to stay! I don't want to die!

That bitch who framed him for nothing. As she probably did to others before him. His fingers clenched the damned skull until they turned white. It's time to settle the score.

Behind Nora, Garrett suddenly appears as if from nowhere, and the skull of Harold comes crashing down on her head.
If she is successfully stunned, he throws her overboard.

That's it. The rope is cut, the balloon slowly rises into the air, leaving the sacrificial trio behind. A thin stream of Watcher blood trickled down Harold's skull. Rejoice, brother, today is your day.