It seemed that the doll’s plan to reconstruct the city had backfired somehow. Mokou didn’t understand any of this talk of firewalls and viruses...except that the city was sick with monsters and that people were in danger.
Mokou had been trying her best to scout the city at the time, wondering where Atalante disappeared to. She had just...vanished without a trace. Maybe the lucky cat had actually got to go home. Either way, she was alone as far as she knew. She had to protect the people of this place alone.
She tried her best to dispatch any monster that got in her way, beating them down with her hard kicks and beheading them with the provided katana. She wasn’t trained in such a weapon, but it was better than nothing... especially since she didn’t have her fire magi-
Oh. With one swing she just threw a flaming slash at some poor youkai, setting it ablaze.
Yes, that was real. She could feel her strength returning to her, even if it felt somehow temporary. Was what that last place did finally wearing off? Or was this that doll’s doing?
Either way, she took flight towards the nearest glowing light. Other people would be flocking there, and they needed to be protected and guided.
This is what she did in Gensoukyou after all. Isola Radiale was finally starting to feel like home.









