Ratmen hunched and hideous, damp and disease-ridden, bearing some human traits, yet more like monsters.
In Aizu City, the Rat Clan had been cleansed; the Ratmen present actually came from other parts of the world.
They fully utilized the capabilities of Ratmen, hiding in ship holds, burrowing deep into cargo crates, braving the risk of drowning and asphyxiation to reach the Northern Archipelago, all to witness the solemn spectacle before them.
Old projection equipment was playing clips of "Saint Sally's" broadcast, prompting them to leave their hiding places and appear. In the end, roughly over a hundred emaciated Gray Ratmen gathered.
Like watching a fantasy film, they sat side by side, gazing eagerly, full of yearning, at the scene before them, indifferent to the looped replay, without a hint of boredom.
Saint Sally looked flawless, with a pleasant voice, able to emit sounds akin to those of a Rat.
"Squeak, squeak..."
"Sally—take us with you—Sally—"
"Squeak-wow!"
