"It's an amazing system you know? There was always the chance that some of it wouldn't work, but with Solomon, boss and myself, it's a work of art!" Satyr smiled at Dryad's words, excited and waving her arms about even as she waved at the 'system' she was speaking about.

It was always nice to see someone speaking happily about something. Satyr understood very, very little about what Dryad's words meant, something about actuators, rhomboidal blades, pneumatics and programming.

But despite his lack of understanding, Satyr still enjoyed listening to Dryad, mostly because she was happy.

"This is sickening." Satyr looked up, the crunch of gravel letting him know exactly where to look, seeing… a ball of hair.

No, that wasn't the exact description, but it was an apt one. Laumu, the 'Hairy One' was as suggested, covered in 'hair' to the point of covering the man entirely bar his feet and hands, his eyes covered by large goggles…

That being said, it wasn't actually hair the guy was covered in, thin metallic threads with electricity-based magnetism covering the man, and with certain 'charges' they could move as Laumu pleased.

That was the explanation that Dryad knew, as for Satyr, all he really knew was that the guy had wires for hair and could control them.

"Oh? That sounds like jealousy talking, Laumu." Satyr replied to the words of Laumu with a smirk, hand coming around Dryad's form and pressing her to his side…

The Babylonian Chained just stared at Satyr and Dryad for a good few seconds before sighing.

"They don't pay me… actually, the rest of that sentence isn't necessary, I've never been paid actually… this is some bullshit." Laumu seemed to be going through a crisis of existence while Satyr smiled.

Well, Satyr was smiling, but he definitely wasn't happy inside, looking at Laumu's form, Satyr was inwardly cursing, realizing that Laumu was quite well defended against Satyr's particular ability to give his opponents sensations and experiences he felt.

Satyr's ability worked through contact between himself and his opponent and worked through his bodily fluids as well… including piss, though that was a story that had Dryad going 'ew' and laughing at the same time.

The point was, that with Laumu having a body covered with wires, the only visible points that Satyr could see as weak points would be Laumu's hands.

Yeah, this was going to be difficult for Satyr.

"Ahem. Ignoring that… I'm going to need to kill you two." Laumu stated, his hair swaying with a sound similar to static going out from his person, taking a step closer.

Satyr and Dryad didn't remain still, Satyr lifting Dryad into a 'princess carry' and turning to run immediately, Dryad removing a controller from somewhere.

"Treant-bot the sequel, get him!" Dryad shouted, putting the controller on, and leaving Laumu to tilt his head in confusion.

Then the building to the side of where Dryad and Satyr had been standing suddenly lost a wall, the source being a robot doing a remarkable impression of a certain mascot, sans the usual 'Oh yeah!' that accompanied the wall break.

"Huh… Now that's not something you see every day." Laumu uttered, staring in surprise and shock at the 'tree man' standing between him, Dryad and Satyr.

Just like the previous Treant-bot, it was a robot, the shining leaves upon its 'head' actually being hundreds of extremely thin blades, but unlike the previous Treant-bot, this one stood on two legs, and held up two 'hands' in a ready combat position.

The 'hands' had no fingers though, instead, it was a ball, similar to its joints, and at this point-

"Hey! Isn't that thing trademarked or something?" Laumu shouted, incredulous at the sight of a fighting game character brought to life.

"Technically yes, technically no, I mean, come on, the character came out in 1997, at this point a reference should be fine." Laumu couldn't quite remember if that was actually right or not, but he definitely hoped that his 'opponent' didn't copy styles…

Also, Laumu had just realized that Dryad was actually speaking to him through the Treant-bot.

"That's… impressive technology, for something developed in this shit hole." Laumu admitted begrudgingly, taking a step forward towards the robot rather than simply walking around the thing…

It was a robot, it was dangerous, clearly, and its head at least was covered in blades… but Laumu felt little worry, his 'hair' raising and pointing at the robot in an act that was a clear indication of the coming violence.

"You haven't seen anything yet." Dryad responded through the Treant-bot with a possibly trademarked appearance, the Treant-bot stepping forward and chambering a punch, letting fly.

Almost literally in fact, with the ball that acted as its first flying forward, connected to the Treant-bot by a chain, leaving Laumu wide-eyed as his hair moved, gathering in front of him and cushioning the blow, the metal ball sinking slightly into the mesh of hair before being retracted by the chain, snapping into place to be a fist once more.

"…No seriously, why do you have this kind of technology in a prison." Laumu complained again, his hair being moved so that he could see clearly, the Treant-bot rushing forward, at a slow pace due to its design, but enough for Laumu to frown beneath his hair, taking a step or two back, his hair lengthening slightly to stab at the robot.

"It's not actually that complicated. Don't get me wrong, Solomon is better with some of the finer details, and between Cyclops and Odysseus, the more complex mechanical stuff was easily added to upgrade my original. Lots of people outside Tartarus could also probably do this." Laumu watched the robot sidestep the 'hair-stab' while punching at the hair, knocking it to the side, causing the Babylonian Chained to stumble.

Laumu also acknowledged what Dryad was saying, with the material and the knowledge, many people outside of Tartarus could probably create something similar, maybe not as efficiently as the result of two Chained and two Lords working on it, but it was possible.

"Maybe so, but I'm pretty sure most of those ones would have not been able to move fast enough to dodge that… they'd also probably not have the power necessary to knock my attack to the side like that." Laumu pointed out that despite being a Cybernetic Chained, Laumu was still enhanced physically, he could probably lift a car with slight difficulty, and yet this robot knocked his attack off-target and made Laumu stumble.

"Excellent point. Well, this is definitely my crowning achievement, so let me explain a bit…" Dryad was about to talk, only for a different voice to come out of the Treant-Bot, interrupting her.

"Don't do that babe, I know you want to show off, but maybe don't do that against the enemy like this." Laumu clicked his teeth, annoyed that Satyr had interrupted Dryad about to spew information at Laumu.

"Ah, you're right… phooey. Laumu, experience the amazing Treant-bot with your body!" That vaguely misleading sentence was followed with the robot moving forward, sliding steps reminiscent of a boxer as it came closer, a hand raised which moved to deflect another probing blow from Laumu.

"Square, square, triangle, circle!" Dryad's shout emanated from the Treant-bot as a punch went out, Laumu using his hair to pull himself back from the blow, then again when another punch came from the other fist.

The 'combo' didn't stop there, the Treant-bot's left hand went upwards, then came down in an attempt to crush Laumu's skull, the Hairy-One ducking and letting the punch breeze over his head, and was then blown back from a very low roundhouse kick hitting him square in the chest.

Laumu coughed, rolling from the blow as he heard the sound of the Treant-bot approaching, using his hair as limbs to push himself quickly to his feet, not wanting to silently take another 'combo' from the robot.

"Please don't call out your combos either…" Satyr's complaint sounded out from the Treant-bot as it slid closer, a high kick aimed at the side of Laumu's head coming for him, the Babylonian Chained clicking his teeth as he lowered his head, using his hair to push upwards as the leg passed, knocking the Treant-bot onto the floor with a clanging noise.

"My baby!" Laumu's hair tightened into a spiral, stabbing downwards at the robot, and the Chained was left wide-eyed when the robot actually rolled away from the attack, moving once more into a standing position.

Laumu launched another attack, even throwing his fist into it, and was blocked by the robot, then he dropped down, kicking at its leg, only for the robot to drop with him, sliding back from the kick.

The Treant-bot stood from its crouch after its momentum was killed, leaping forward in a standard flying kick, Laumu staring with wide eyes at the action, his hair forming a wall/cushion in front of him to absorb the impact, still knocked slightly back from the hit.

The Treant-bot landed, both hands coming up in a 'peek-a-boo' boxing stance, then a left hook was launched at Laumu's stomach, the Babylonian Chained covering his arms in his hair before moving one arm in the way, blocking the blow.

Another one came, this time a right hook aiming for his head, Laumu raising his left arm to block, then left wide-eyed when the spherical fist opened slightly, a saw blade coming out of it.

Laumu managed to escape with a chunk of his hair being cut and a wound running on his arm, but at least he still had his arm, watching as the robot twirled his buzz-saw fist over his head before the chain in its arm started stretching, the steel ball becoming a bladed flail of sorts, being swung at Laumu from the distance.

With a flick of Laumu's hair, the ball was knocked off course… some of his hair was lost doing that, but it was better than trying to block with his arm, and dodging really wasn't an option when he was this surprised.

The saw was brought back inside the fist, the Treant-bot's 'hand' sealing the saw blade inside once more as it snapped back into position, continuing the assault with little fanfare.

"Kind of boring, not speaking…" As stated, 'little' fanfare, as Dryad's complaint came through to Laumu, the Hairy One annoyed at being taken so lightly…

But of course, he was. Laumu technically wasn't even fighting a Chained, he was fighting a machine that was built by one. His real opponents weren't close enough to kill, and they knew that he couldn't reach them.

When you could hit someone without being hit back, would you really fear them?

Laumu didn't like it, his hair whipping from one side to the other, sweeping and knocking against the Treant-bot, hitting it to the side, but not dropping it to the floor, the robot 'countering' with a left hook.

It was blocked by Laumu's hair, and the fight continued… Laumu had no doubt that for Dryad at least, this fight was just a game to her.

Laumu needed to change that, he needed to get rid of the Treant-bot, or at the very least escape it long enough to hunt down Dryad and Satyr.

Kicking the Treant-bot in its chest, and wincing at a pain in his foot, Laumu leapt back, pulling himself even further using his hair as he activated his communication system.

"Soldiers of Area one, look for two Ascended, Dryad, blonde, good-looking, and Satyr, tanned, has curly hair and small horns." Laumu ordered under his breath, making sure that Dryad couldn't hear him from her Treant-bot.

If Laumu was understanding things correctly, Dryad was most likely being moved around by Satyr while she focused on operating the Treant-bot, she should also be close by, as if she went too far away there would be a delayed input-output with the commands to the Treant-bot.

Laumu's guess as to why Dryad had to be close to the Treant-bot was not wrong, and it was truly the only reason she was close to the fighting in the first place, what with Dryad being not much of a fighter, pitifully weak for a Chained.

That still made Dryad capable of picking up a car though, she'd need a lot of effort to do it, but she could.

Dryad would die against Laumu, so the answer was to actually ignore the Treant-bot and go after the controller herself.

This also probably wouldn't be that simple, what with Satyr defending Dryad, and most likely moving her around…

Laumu couldn't continue his commands without being overheard, with the Treant-bot doing its 'rocket-fist' impersonation once more, now close enough to both hit Laumu and hear him speak.

Laumu really wanted to let the soldiers know that Satyr and Dryad were most likely not in a car, or in the rare case that they were, it would be electrical, quiet. No sound of an engine came through the Treant-bot when Dryad spoke…

Hiding, moving, one of the two, but the soldiers would be on the move now, Laumu just had to survive long enough for their location to be found and transmitted.

Laumu felt that it was really necessary for him to win, especially considering Musmassu and Musmussu had failed in Area five, being killed by the Hydra and the Chimera.

Not that Laumu minded much, the only person who he could deem a friend of sorts amongst Gilgamesh's Ascended would be Tiamat and Umu Dabrutu, maybe Usumgallu when the latter wasn't being a prick.

And out of those three, two were already dead and the final one was still moving towards Area eleven, her size making it a really slow affair for her to move large distances.

Blocking a Spartan kick by grabbing the Treant-bot's foot, Laumu lifted, dropping the robot on its back and attempting to stab through its chest with his hair, the robot rolling away in an annoyingly fast manner for something so 'clunky' looking.

Right, despite going through all these thoughts and considerations, Laumu was still in a fight, he didn't have the lee-way to lose focus.

"Sir, two people matching your description have been found, two hundred metres north of your position, they are inside a building there, third-floor bathroom." Laumu smirked, the expression hidden with his excess hair blocking it from the view of his opponents…

It was a good thing too, it left Dryad, and by extension her Treant-bot, surprised when Laumu suddenly turned his back to the robot, extending his hair in a manner reminiscent of a hedgehog, the robot stumbled back to protect itself…

Not that Laumu was focused on the robot anymore, taking off in the direction he turned, sprinting as fast as he could.

"Shit, they found us." Satyr confirmed, Dryad commanding the Treant-bot to chase after Laumu with a pale expression at the idea of fighting Laumu in person.

Dryad was no pacifist, but she knew that wouldn't be a good thing for her, even with Satyr at her side.

"Come on, let's leave." Satyr said, lifting Dryad into a typical princess carry, the buxom Cyber Chained looking at him with confusion and worry, even as she made sure the Treant-bot remained running.

"…Leave?" Dryad asked, noting that Satyr didn't say 'move' or 'relocate'… Satyr said leave.

"Yeah, leave. I can't do much to Laumu thanks to him insulating himself, my False Signal won't have a vector to affect him. Your coding abilities have no effect on the physical world in the first place. We're outmatched without your Treant-bot, and he'll rather attack us than your robot." Satyr explained calmly, kicking open a window and leaping onto a nearby roof, away from Laumu… away from the fight.

"But, but… we need to fight." Dryad said, still scared, but still knowing what would happen if she and Satyr abandoned their posts…

"We don't need to." Satyr said, stopping on a different roof, looking around and then raising one of the flint-locks designed by the Eyes of the Hunter and shooting a soldier that had been hiding on a nearby roof, no doubt the one who informed Laumu of their location.

"Think about it… we're surviving to live another day. I doubt Aaron or any of the others would want us to willingly fight a losing battle and sacrifice ourselves. There are other Chained in the Area, they might be able to defeat Laumu." Satyr explained, and really, those who 'knew' him would find this a bit out of sorts for him.

Satyr, at least by the majority of the Key, was a drunk drug-addict who was the life of the party, and extremely promiscuous with Dryad.

The guy was a joker, the funny and cool 'uncle' to most of the junior Pantheon, and even the other sectors of the Key found him likeable.

But this serious, focused Satyr, was only known of by a few. Even Aaron had never seen Satyr like this, even if he knew Satyr could be serious.

"But… Manticore, Sun, Jormungand… the others…" Dryad's meaning wasn't lost on Satyr, the older Chained nodding with a sad look on his face, looking into Dryad's eyes.

"Babe… Dryad. I'm going to miss them too. But you dying would probably kill me. I'm a broken man who struggles to keep what he has, I don't think I can lose someone as important as you again." Dryad heard the words… and stopped resisting.

Satyr was old, an Original Chained, it meant he was at the very least around seventy years old, or more, despite his youthful appearance.

Dryad was far from Satyr's first love, but by his words… she would be his last.

And Dryad didn't think she wanted to live in a world without Satyr either.

"…okay." It was… treason, in a sense, to abandon a battlefield, no doubt other members of the Key would hate Satyr and Dryad for what they did…

But… would Aaron, or the other members of the Pantheon, hate them?

No. And those were the only people whose opinions mattered to the two.

"Leaving so soon?" Laumu spoke as he landed on the roof, throwing himself upwards and onto it using his hair, Dryad and Satyr looking at him, Dryad looking down to her controller-screen combo and seeing that the Treant-Bot was at the foot of the building itself.

"Yes." Satyr's words threw Laumu for a loop, the Babylonian Chained looking at the two with narrowed eyes.

"…You think I'd just let you two escape after attacking me with that thing?" Laumu asked, clearly incredulous at the actions of the two Chained.

"Probably not… but we don't want to fight a losing battle. We won't fight anymore, and we'll take the robot with us." Satyr 'offered' and Laumu stared at him…

"Kill them." Despite the beautiful voice, it didn't detract from the violent nature of the command spoken through his earpiece, and Laumu looked to the two Chained with a mild hint of regret.

Sure, Laumu hated them for attacking him with that robot… but he was also 'human' and found the idea of killing lovers like this to be distasteful.

It was one of those oddities of being 'human'. Laumu would have felt perfectly fine killing Satyr and Dryad separately, but together, knowing of their relationship... it just left a sour taste in his mouth.

"If it were up to me, I might have let you leave. Orders from higher up say otherwise." Laumu couldn't disobey Gilgamesh, it was never going to happen, and so his hair rose, threatening the two in front of the Hairy One with violence.

"…" Satyr said nothing, slowly setting down Dryad who moved behind him, holding her controller in her hand while breathing heavily, the three standing on the roof clearly seeing where this was going.

"Mind if I send a message?" Satyr asked, pulling out a phone, Laumu nodding slowly as Satyr typed out a message…

With the message sent to Aaron, Satyr waited on a response.

When it came through, Satyr smiled… he knew his leader would understand.

"Thanks." Satyr put the phone away and then raised one hand, the other hand holding the reloaded flint-lock pistol at the ready.

Laumu's hair floated, three 'spikes' of hair floating to his sides and above him as he nodded.

"Least I could do." Laumu originally would have just attacked the two, out of a bit of jealousy at the relationship Satyr and Dryad shared, but he could sympathize with being part of a battle one wanted no part of.

Sympathy was a dangerous thing for a soldier to have, and unfortunately for Laumu, it seemed that he had it.

The spikes of hair to Laumu's sides lashed out, looking to stab Satyr like a pincer from a crab, and Satyr leapt backwards, Dryad turning and running before jumping away onto a different building to get away from the danger zone.

Dryad landed and turned, seeing the third spike stretching over Laumu and reaching to stab into the roof of the building, narrowly missing Satyr, the 'drunkard' twisting to the side and firing a bullet at Laumu's head, the Hairy One using aforementioned hair to create a shield, blocking the bullet at the cost of some damaged strands.

Not that it mattered much, Cybernetic Chained found their damaged 'parts' repairing themselves over time, if he survived this fight, which he likely would, Laumu would find his hair fixed within a week or so at most.

Dryad began inputting commands using her controller, using reflex to do so without looking at it as she looked around for a specific object, something which would help her and Satyr.

Satyr was forced to duck under a wide sweep from Laumu's hair that would have knocked him off the roof and then attempted to reload while Laumu attacked him. Satyr was not willing to get close enough to attack at melee range against Laumu…

Laumu would just have to extend his hair like a hedgehog and Satyr would be full of holes at close range, so rather than let something like that happen, Satyr had to fight from a longer range, one he was kind of unused to.

Satyr was given a bit more leeway when the Treant-bot threw itself over the ledge of the roof to land behind Laumu, launching a Spartan kick to the Hairy One's back, the Babylonian Chained falling forward onto his face from the impact.

Satyr had actually been hoping that Dryad had run away from the fight, but clearly not if the Treant-bot was still attacking Laumu…

Satyr grabbed a bottle at his side, flicking the cap off with his thumb thanks to its design, and throwing the contents at Laumu, the Babylonian Chained flying out of the way thanks to stabbing his hair into the ground and pushing off, the fluids landing on the floor with only a small splash.

Laumu then launched himself at the Treant Bot, his hair moving like a scorpion's tail and trying to stab into the head of the robot.

From her position, it was kind of difficult for Dryad to see what was happening with the fight but was able to move the Treant Bot back slightly before having it do a jump kick.

Laumu was forced back from the force of the kick, and that allowed Satyr to lash out with his pistol, trying to use it as a club to hit his enemy.

Laumu leaned back, his hair weaving itself in front of him even as he did so, allowing him to block the bullet which was fired from the pistol, then swinging the weaved hair forward to throw Satyr back.

It didn't work as Satyr had jumped back immediately after firing, reloading the pistol with some irritation… flint-locks took a while to reload after all… around half a minute, which wasn't time that someone usually had in the middle of a close-range fight.

Satyr didn't have only the pistol, a knife was sheathed in the small of his back, but it would be remarkably dangerous to try and kill Laumu with a knife instead.

The next bit of the fight played out in a semi-predictable manner, with Satyr being protected by the Treant-Bot, attempting to kill Laumu from time to time with reloaded bullets, and Laumu aiming to kill Satyr while dodging the bladed attacks of the Treant-Bot or blocking the blunt attacks.

It was a 'standard' fight given the variables going into it… and it was because it seemed so… easy to see, easy to understand… that Dryad knew this strange equilibrium wasn't going to be continuing.

Dryad didn't know exactly what was going to be the break, but she knew it was coming, panic overtaking her as her palms grew sweaty, still inputting commands to the Treant-Bot in a desperate plea to protect Satyr, or kill Laumu, whichever would end this situation first.

The equilibrium finally broke, and it was one a break that none could see coming.

There was a snap, a loud one, and a loud shout of pain followed by curses as Satyr held his now bleeding right hand, the broken pistol left in pieces on the floor after it exploded in his hand from a misfire.

They were flint-locks, crude, and while the materials and tools used to make them were good by the original standards, that still didn't change that these weapons were not made to be handled by someone with enough strength to carry a car around.

Satyr, as it turns out, had fallen to that most base of human stresses, fear, the adrenaline, the subconscious clenching of his fists… the subconscious, slow, crushing of the metal in his hands…

The eventual unravelling as the weapon attempted to fire, only to be unable to do so due to the damage sustained by the weapon, was only made worse by Satyr's occasional attempts to hit Laumu with the weapon as if it could be used as a club.

The sudden injury had Dryad shout in worry, focusing on Satyr… to the point of forgetting about Laumu.

Laumu was the only one to take advantage of the moment, at the expense of the others, as he used his 'hair' to launch himself forward, digging into the roof and pulling himself forward, sliding next to the Treant-Bot, and within reach of Satyr.

The world seemed to slow as Satyr looked up from his hand to see the threads bundled together, becoming a spear of sorts, aimed straight for his gut, and Laumu's eyes just in sight…

And all Satyr could do was turn his head, knowing his left arm wouldn't be able to block the hit, so he instead did what he felt would be more important, with what little time he knowingly had left…

And meeting eyes with Dryad over on a different roof, Satyr felt himself cry, knowing that he would be leaving her… knowing that she would have to face a world without him in it much like the one he had lived in up until life started having meaning again…

There was a sickening squelch and a scream.

At this point, Aaron had not yet arrived in Area nine, still travelling to meet up with Harpy as he was when his phone began to ring…

Considering he had just received a message asking what he would do if Satyr and Dryad were to abandon Area one, Aaron was expecting this call… looking at the caller ID, Aaron answered, then slowly lifted the phone to his ear.

"…Satyr is dead." Aaron squeezed the steering wheel hard enough to crush it slightly when he heard the voice, one he did not recognize.

"…Laumu, I presume?" Aaron answered, as calmly as he could with the circumstances being what they were.

"Yeah... fuck, I don't even know why…" there was a deep breath from the other end of the call, and Aaron hated it, hated the knowledge that he was about to hear something he wouldn't like.

"Both of them, they're dead. Satyr and Dryad. I… I had no choice, Gilgamesh somehow found out what was going on and gave me a command." The explanation had Aaron narrowing his eyes, Typhon and Echidna both sitting in the back seats, knowing that he was getting bad news but not knowing the details.

"That doesn't excuse your actions… I'm going to kill you. If not me, I will find a way to make it happen." Aaron spoke, his voice was uncharacteristically devoid of emotion.

"I wouldn't blame you. They seemed to trust you. I'm just going to let you know something before I move on, do my part, and leave." Aaron wished he could command the death of Laumu at this very moment, but even with there being available fighters, they were all in other Areas, unable to go hunt down Laumu in time.

"Gilgamesh has changed since you took off her head." Aaron blinked thinking about that day… he still felt happy recalling Empusa's surprise attack and the sadness of Cerberus and the previous Cyclops' deaths.

"Changed how?" Aaron was definitely confused about this, as from what he understood Gilgamesh regenerated, losing some memories, but those were recorded for her at all times in case she lost her memories from losing her head (literally) anyway.

"Gilgamesh's Immortality reverts her back to the state she was in at the moment of becoming a Chained. She's lived over fifty years as a Chained, and lost all those memories, regaining them in a second-hand fashion." Aaron wondered again at what was being said… and then realized.

"…She's separate from the Gilgamesh I know." Aaron stated, hearing the click of the phone as Laumu disconnected the call.

"What is it?" Typhon asked as Aaron tossed his phone onto the seat to his side.

"…Satyr and Dryad are gone, and Gilgamesh is apparently… different." Aaron thought about it and acknowledged it.

Gilgamesh wouldn't have cared if Satyr or Dryad ran away… she would have been irritated, but so self-assured that as long as she held control of most of the Zeta Generators she would not care for the other situations.

The Gilgamesh that Aaron knew was aloof, uncaring of anything that could happen, moving only based on her wants and little else, a type of thought process gained from time tempering her hunger for control and victory as she gained more and more.

But the current Gilgamesh was still at that point. That unending hunger for control, domination, to elevate her station, and dispose of all who stood in her way.

In an odd sense, the previous Gilgamesh was confident, and that confidence and surety made her almost lazy…

This new Gilgamesh needed to prove herself, to grow in power, to be in charge with no blemishes on her rule of Tartarus…

And Jaeger, the inside-man, wouldn't notice this change as he didn't know Gilgamesh well enough to explain it to Aaron as well.

"…shit." Typhon hadn't realized the coming issues, but Aaron didn't blame him, if it weren't for the sudden knowledge of the change in Gilgamesh from Laumu of all people, Aaron would also be focusing on the deaths of Satyr and Dryad…

But after. Only after the day was said and done would Aaron mourn.

Three pm. Nine hours left until the end.

And all that was left in Area one were the still corpses of Dryad and Satyr… Dryad's body holding onto Satyr's in desperation.