284 Hoist the White Flag. We Surrender!

What does death feel like?

The existence that called itself Harmonic Interface 7 (HI7) never had that sensation or understood the meaning of it.

It was a terminal from the Circle of Realm Regulators that conducted missions to the world outside, a puppet without feelings. Though it has a soul it was a mere external gift—therefore it should be a life that was absolute calm and rational and be accepting even when death comes.

But now, the depths of its soul felt cold.

The perception of dying was like being soaked into the lake in an icy mountain. The freeze was watery that seeped into the bones, while the ice chilled the skin, immobilizing body and spirit.

Standing his ground, the black-haired human raised its head and stared back at itself. HI7 gazed upon those gleaming red eyes of his, sensing that the killing intent within the man was tearing its very soul apart.

The attack is coming—