When I regained consciousness... I couldn't even scream.
Under the torn and bloody clothes, the intact flesh as always wriggled. Nevertheless, I couldn't move properly because of the pain. My body, which had moved calmly even when stabbed with a knife or burned by fire, had stiffened.
Ah... maybe staying up for a week was too much.
Thinking such thoughts, I gritted my teeth and crawled over the broken window in front of me.
Broken glass was stuck all over my hands, arms, and legs, but because of the pain that twisted my entire body, such minor pain actually felt refreshing.
And, barely crawling out and looking back, I could see the wrecked Porter.
Black oil was dripping from that huge body like blood. Somewhere, ominous friction sounds and dizzying burning smells arose.
Oil, friction sounds, burning smells.
Anticipating what would happen, I got up and stepped back significantly.
Soon, flames arose and consumed the car body.
"..."
Only then did it sink in.
