A Multiverse Story: Making Delta of Fate from the Start

Illya looked up at the high-rise outside the window. "Ah, finally, was it our turn?" On the rooftop of the high-rise. Several figures stood in various poses. The brown-haired girl in safety shorts crouched at the edge of the roof, withdrawing her gaze from the white vehicle below. Misaka Mikoto smiled faintly, stood up, stretched out both hands, interlaced her fingers, and loosened up. She rolled her neck, producing a series of crisp cracks. "Come on, let's begin.