December 21, 2090

Mexico, Teotihuacan, Pyramid of the Feathered Serpent

Rats have been multiplying in large numbers, and Teotihuacan has become a victim of this disaster.

We were all running, and the flesh-covered earth was splashed with blood beneath our feet. Our convoy had been encroached upon before turning to the temple, and the team had been walking for six minutes. We broke into a red mist.

In the distance, the Temple of Quetzalcoatl resembles a bulge of dark pink and purple, and the stars in the sky are reflected in the twisted river of blood. The silhouette of many massive spheres slowly passes through the Pyramid of the Sun on the other side of the North River, and a large amount of stuff surrounds them.

After Ouroboros was anesthetized, we sent four men to put her in a body bag and carry her like a coffin on the slippery ground. Two of their agents stopped to help another agent who was injured by a wriggling intestine, but they had nothing to do with us, so we moved on.

This is one of seven ongoing operations. Ouroboros news was recently made public to pick the members of the Serpent's Hand and myself. Our relationship has always been hostile, but our cooperation with each other is all too necessary. Only the archivist knows the necessary information for the proper execution of the rituals of the temple council.

Once the ritual is complete, the world will be reset to a point in time before it turns into Hell. If nothing else, it will be 2012.

We could hear the dogs of our pursuers barking in the distance, and we dared say that Ouroboros had begun to infect. Two in-depth Foundation agents were a few yards away, one of whom was sucked into the belly of Earth. We heard gunshots. The other has already been executed by the madmen.

We walked to the site where the temple was raised. The guards and I stood at the foot of the temple while the archivist and escort walked to the platform with the Ouroboros. Weapon in hand, we prepare to meet the headless men born from the earth with blood splattered on their necks, who foolishly rush to the fire and fall down easily, but they begin to swarm.

The madman roared furiously in the distance.

Soon we were attacked. My friend was sucked into its chest by an Unreal, and I will soon be sacrificed. I was pushed to the ground, scarlet liquid splashing in my face from the esophagus hanging outside.

I heard the archivist screaming at the top of the temple. I could feel my blood trying to break through the veins as they wrapped around me.

Before the blood dried, I heard the serpent's roar.

……

"I can't believe they actually did it."

"What?"

"They're hurting themselves with knives."

"I don't quite understand what you're referring to."

"Ritual. I can still hear you screaming. ”

"Please be clear."

"You're there, but that doesn't mean anything."

"Go on."

"I couldn't control my reactions. I'm so sorry. Everything was burned. ”

"Please make it clear."

"Please don't try again. This was very unpleasant to me. The pain of childbirth was unbearable. ”

"Please continue."

"No matter how hard you try, the world will not change. There are no changes to the timeline. It can't be changed. ”

"What the hell are you talking about?" What exactly did we've done? ”

"You guys didn't do anything. You're just babies. ”