— Her activity is increasing again. Lord Otto, I'm afraid humanity can't stand this pace. — Everything is under control. It's useless until the second one gets bored. — She won't get bored. It's only a matter of time before she gets here. — Are you afraid? — ...I'm afraid, Lord. I don't want to die like this, in God-forsaken Siberia, as a victim of honkai's cruelty. — No one wants to, you're right. But this time...We will come out victorious.

I will come out victorious, a confident thought remains hanging in the air, unspoken. He doesn't care about the woman who is so worried about her miserable life. He doesn't care about others, those who are now trying to save the situation. And even more so for the samples living in the upper laboratory compartment. He's selfish as hell, but he's not a traitor to his purpose. He believes that if it is impossible to defeat honkai, then you can approach it from some side and use it for your own purpose. An unconditional result and incredible respect.

But the result is far away.

The cold would be bone-chilling, but the coat saves. The nights in Siberia are harsh. But they're beautiful. Otto doesn't mind. He likes it when the cold makes it impossible to plunge headlong into accurate calculations and thinking about another experiment. He certainly enjoys watching the flakes of snow whirl in an icy dance, just like when he and Kallen could have been whirling. He can just close his eyes and imagine the one that makes him not give up.

The crunching of snow in the silence of the night is clearly audible. Who could it be? Did some animal wander into these dead lands—of course not, it's almost impossible for such small creatures to survive here—or did the Honkai beast smell the coveted blood? Regardless of the option, he knows he's safe. The Tower of Babel, built by himself, protects its owner.

He would like to see the second one as soon as possible. She's powerful, and if he can just find a way to cooperate with her, he'll take several steps forward at once. It's dangerous—she probably wouldn't be happy about Otto. But that's why he's the Overseer of the Schicksal, in order to find solutions in seemingly difficult situations.

For now, it's still a dream that he's actively and intensely working on, as much as possible.

A hologram pops up. The blonde folds her hands in front of her, coughs softly, forcing Otto to open his eyes and look at her. — Overseer, there are several signs of intelligent life within the barrier. — I wonder who's in this wilderness. Well, let's see. — He shakes off the snow that has fallen on his shoulders, turning to face the tower. It's huge, and he's proud of his achievement. He is also glad that the Babylon team continue to carry out their main work, even in such times.