[So, in other words, this is where Hazel's defense adventure ends.
Or so it really seems. Brand new buildings crumble as blob moles with long claws appear out of the ground. Old buildings fall to the wave of winged cotton balls. But the numbers are thinning. If Hazel can hold out-
Oh, wait, no, that's a tank enemy. Just one, massive and ponderously slow, making its laborious way across the ruins of the first tower...
Meanwhile, Tetsuo watches all this, trying not to be interested. He's supposed to be miserable. He's supposed to hate everything. And he is, and he does, but this is at least something else to think about...]
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Or so it really seems. Brand new buildings crumble as blob moles with long claws appear out of the ground. Old buildings fall to the wave of winged cotton balls. But the numbers are thinning. If Hazel can hold out-
Oh, wait, no, that's a tank enemy. Just one, massive and ponderously slow, making its laborious way across the ruins of the first tower...
Meanwhile, Tetsuo watches all this, trying not to be interested. He's supposed to be miserable. He's supposed to hate everything. And he is, and he does, but this is at least something else to think about...]