Norm's dealings with the Order Bureau were few, but each encounter was nerve-wracking, yet none were like the current situation.
No conspiracies or tricks, just a straight-up intrusion.
Thick scent of blood wafted from the front; pale lights fell one by one, illuminating bloody operation tables, alongside which lay some people on hospital beds, seemingly asleep, without any response.
"We can't just flee, all the goods are here; if they're destroyed, the 'Man-eaters' will kill us."
Norm opened the cabinet, revealing a safe inside, lined with rows of crimson crystals, vivid as blood.
For a moment, both stopped breathing.
These were like treasured gems, seemingly glowing by themselves; even in the dimness, they sparkled brightly.
This was the material form of the soul, "Golden Soul's" Condensation.