Branch J-03, part 2 (after battle)

W-wait… Why are they coming this way?! Stop! I said stop!

G-get them off me! Hurry!

... 47,900,000...

The pickaxes rose and fell without pause; 47,900,000 blows still to go, counting down.

Taking advantage of that moment of opportunity, we slipped away and descended further.

Guess that counts as receiving help from these debtors, after all.

Just a coincidence.

Rodion replied curtly, her face betraying no emotion.