The nation Haruto built from nothing…
Now lay in ruins.
Bodies lined the streets.
Those who couldn't escape in time.
Left behind.
Some houses still stood.
Barely touched.
Others were destroyed completely.
Or broken in half.
Smoke lingered in the air.
Ash drifting slowly.
Everything was quiet.
Too quiet.
Like the world itself refused to speak.
Dragon corpses covered the ground.
Some collapsed in the streets.
Others hung from shattered buildings.
Blood pooled beneath them.
Soaking into the land.
"How the hell did we let this happen?"
Vhalzareth's voice cut through the silence.
Sharp. Furious.
They stood in Liora's office.
Fuyume.
Chloe.
Sora.
Velara.
All present.
Their eyes were sharp.
Filled with hate.
Mixed with guilt.
No one answered.
Fists tightened at their sides.
Gazes lowered.
Hatred burned quietly.
Directed at humanity.
"…We'll take revenge," Liora said.
Her voice low. Angry.
"They only caught us by surprise this time."
"Revenge?" Chloe replied.
Tone firm. Grounded.
"How exactly do you plan to do that?"
"We don't even know where they are."
"…Uh…" Liora hesitated.
Uncertainty flickering in her eyes.
(She's right…)
(Miyuki hasn't connected us yet…)
(What would you do, Haruto…?)
(The book doesn't cover this…)
"That can be solved easily," Velara said.
Everyone looked at her.
Hope sparked instantly.
"Yes…" Sora added.
Thinking it through.
"Miyuki is at one of their hideouts."
"So… we can track her."
"The Serivans can sense each other," she continued.
"No matter the distance."
"We can locate her without any issue," Velara confirmed.
"That's great," Vhalzareth said.
A faint edge of excitement in his voice.
"So it's like an intrinsic skill."
"Then give us her location," Liora said.
Her tone sharp again.
"So we can go there…"
"And kill them all."
"Mm…" Velara paused.
Eyes widening slightly.
Confusion settling in.
"Wait…" she said.
"There are two locations."
"What?" Chloe turned sharply.
Blue eyes striking. Focused.
"That's not possible," she said.
"Only one of your kind should be outside the land."
Liora's eyes narrowed.
Fuyume's gaze sharpened.
They understood immediately.
Another Serivans.
"Where's Arisa?" Fuyume spoke.
Her voice cutting in.
Calm. Direct.
"She's one of us."
"She should be here."
They looked around instinctively.
As if they had missed her somehow.
But she wasn't there.
No presence.
No trace.
Not within Haruto's land.
"…Don't tell me," Vhalzareth said.
Voice low.
Dangerous.
"She's been captured."
Silence followed instantly.
The air grew heavy.
Pressing down on everyone.
This wasn't blind rage anymore.
This was something worse.
One of their own.
Captured.
"No… no…" Sora shook her head.
Disbelief clear in her voice.
"There's no way."
"It's her," Velara said.
Tone firm. Certain.
Sora turned to her quickly.
Eyes wide.
"I can sense her soul signature."
Liora stepped forward slightly.
Expression hardening.
"Then listen carefully," she said.
Voice sharp. Controlled.
"Chloe."
"Your forces will move immediately."
"Find Arisa."
"Bring her back."
"No matter what."
"Leave no one alive."
"Understood," Chloe replied.
Confidence steady. Unshaken.
"And you, Fuyume," Liora continued.
"You will head to Miyuki's location."
"No military support."
"Great," Fuyume said.
Half-lidded eyes.
A faint, sharp smile.
"I don't need dead weight anyway."
"And the injured?" Velara asked softly.
"Should I heal the soldiers on the battlefield?"
"Partially," Liora replied.
Thinking it through.
"Then head to the bunker."
"Make sure everyone is safe."
"And supplies are secured."
"As you wish," Velara said.
"In that case… I'll take Sora with me."
"That's fine," Liora answered.
Tone calmer now.
"Well then," Vhalzareth stepped forward.
"The plan is set."
"Let's move."
"One last thing," Chloe said.
A slight frown forming.
"Why isn't Lunara here?"
"You don't know?" Vhalzareth replied.
"Lunara is fighting a Greater Dragon."
"They're probably in outer space by now."
"I see…" Chloe nodded slowly.
"That makes sense."
"The galaxy would've been destroyed otherwise."
Going one day into the past.
Back to the battlefield.
Where Arisa fought Karen.
"I should head back," Arisa said.
Looking to the side.
Eyes narrowing slightly.
Trees blocked her view.
Hiding the kingdom beyond.
Arisa blinked once.
Then again.
Her gaze dropped.
A hand pierced through her chest.
From behind.
Silence.
A dragon girl stood there.
Her hand buried deep inside Arisa.
Crimson hair fell in jagged layers.
Framing a sharp, unreadable face.
Violet eyes glowed faintly.
Half-lidded.
Cold. Assessing. Dangerous.
Curved horns rose from her head.
Dark. Ridged.
Like aged bone.
Her pale skin shifted.
Crimson scales spread across her body.
Like living armor.
Her figure was elegant.
And deadly.
A slender waist.
A powerful frame.
Built for speed.
Built for destruction.
Massive dragon wings stretched from her back.
Wide. Dominant.
Edges torn like shadows dipped in red.
Below, her form shifted further.
A long scaled tail extended behind her.
Coiling with quiet strength.
Arisa moved.
She jumped forward instantly.
Forcing the clawed hand out of her chest.
A hole remained.
Clean. Open.
She turned mid-motion.
Facing the dragon girl directly.
"Oh…" the dragon girl spoke.
Amusement in her tone.
"You're still moving."
"Guess you aren't human."
She looked at her hand.
No blood on it.
None at all.
Arisa didn't need blood.
Didn't need bone.
The hole in her chest closed.
Regenerating instantly.
"Who are you…" Arisa asked.
Voice calm.
Unshaken.
Even after being bypassed.
Her 360° perception.
The dragon girl didn't answer.
She flicked her finger.
A rock-sized black hole formed.
Resting lightly above her fingertip.
Then—
She launched it.
It shot forward like a beam.
Tearing through the ground beneath it.
Pulling everything inward.
It struck Arisa in the stomach.
The black hole expanded instantly.
Swallowing her whole.
The ground collapsed toward it.
Massive chunks torn free.
Trees were ripped out completely.
Roots exposed. Dragged in.
Dark thunder struck down.
Cracking through the sky.
A violent side effect.
The dragon girl watched.
One eye narrowing slightly.
The black hole began to shrink.
Condensing inward.
Then—
It stopped.
Resting in the center of a palm.
Arisa's palm.
"Hmm?" Arisa tilted her head slightly.
Voice soft.
No damage.
Not even a little.
IBefore Arisa realized it—
Everything changed.
The world vanished.
Replaced by endless black.
No ground.
No sky.
No direction.
An empty void stretched infinitely.
She had been pulled in.
Forcefully. Completely.
A sealed space.
An isolated construct.
"Dimensional Imprisonment" activated.
A high-level ability.
Removing her from space.
Removing her from time.
Yet—
She could still think.
Still perceive.
Still exist.
(Where the hell am I?)
Arisa's thoughts echoed.
A pause.
(I see…)
Realization settled in.
(I'm glad I've already transcended the fourth dimension.)
(Beyond the physical layer of existence.)
Another pause.
(But my avatar…)
(It's frozen.)
(Father didn't give it the ability to move…)
(In a place where space and time don't exist.)
(It doesn't matter.)
(My true self isn't bound by those limits.)
Silence returned.
Arisa observed.
Her true self remained separate.
Like a player outside a game.
Her avatar remained inside.
Frozen.
Unmoving.
She stared at it.
A still scene.
Unchanging.
She couldn't leave it.
Not yet.
It wasn't destroyed.
So she remained.
Thinking.
Perceiving.
Analyzing.
The true self experienced reality through the avatar.
Just like a human would.
Only—
With the authority of a god.
(This is a lower dimension.)
(I can escape easily.)
(By destroying my avatar.)
A brief pause.
(But…)
(There's no need to rush.)
(Maybe I can use this.)
(To locate their main base.)
(Sister Velara will find me soon anyway.)
Somewhere else—
A vast, luminous city stretched beneath a frozen night sky.
Quiet, yet alive.
At its heart, a grand castle rose.
Tall. Elegant.
Blue spires pierced upward like frozen flames.
Warm golden light spilled from the windows, soft against the cold.
The city wrapped around it in layers.
Stone streets curved naturally.
Bridges arched over dark, glassy water.
Snow blanketed the rooftops.
Beyond it all—
a mountain loomed.
Massive. Silent. Watching.
Its shadow stretched over the kingdom like a guardian.
Above—
the sky wasn't normal.
Bands of glowing color rippled across the heavens.
Blue. Violet. Green.
Like an aurora caught in motion.
Streetlights cast warm orange pools on the snow-packed streets.
Soldiers stood at each corner.
Masked. Sleek black attire.
Calm. Precise. Lethal.
Their heads turned, scanning for threats in the dead-silent kingdom.
Nothing stirred.
Still, they remained vigilant.
Nearby, a family prepared for dinner.
Warm light spilled from their windows.
Laughter and smiles floated into the air.
Above, on a rooftop, Chloe stood.
Her hair waved, catching the icy wind.
The cold did nothing to her.
It could do nothing against her existence.
Kneeling beside her were two subordinates.
One knee to the ground.
Soft smiles on their faces.
Pride in standing by her side.
"We made it," Chloe said softly.
Her gaze rose to the beautiful sky.
A transparent barrier wrapped around the entire kingdom.
"Of course… it's your master," Beatrice said, happiness in her voice.
"They won't even notice the masters coming," Mono added.
Even after infinite lives.
Chloe lowered her head slightly.
A soft smile.
Seen from the side-back.
Then she looked up again.
Their eyes softened.
Melted.
Happiness radiating.
Her smile belonged only to them.
(I see… because of the barrier.)
We weren't able to reach Miyuki with "Thought Communication".
It only allows "Through Communication"to function inside.
Chloe activated "Thought Communication".
She reached out.
Miyuki answered.
A white garden.
Blue-glowing roses.
No roof.
Only night-blue sky.
(This is—)
A man spoke.
Sharp hair tips.
Blank black eyes.
(Is this you, Chloe?)
(Yeah… it's me.)
Chloe thought internally.
Relief.
Miyuki is safe.
(Wait?! Why… what happened? Why are you here?)
Miyuki's voice shook.
Worry wrapped each word.
(Unfortunately… our home was attacked.)
Chloe's voice sharpened.
(Anyway. Change of plans. You head back home.)
(I'm sorry. All this… my fault.)
Miyuki's voice trembled.
(If I had reached this position sooner, I could have warned you all.)
(No. It's not.)
We're all at fault.
That's something we accepted the moment it happened.
We were weak.
That's why it happened.
(If you wish to redeem yourself… bring destruction to this unnamed kingdom.)
Chloe said.
(I surely will.)
Miyuki's eyes hardened.
Her body shifted.
Original form.
Precise.
Sharp.
"Commander…"
A soldier stood behind her.
Some distance away.
Uneven tone.
Witnessing her shift.
Disbelief.
Miyuki's gaze snapped to him.
One glance.
No resistance.
The soldier exploded.
Blood sprayed across the blue roses.
Quiet. Wet.
The garden fell silent.
All right. Said Chloe, a golden sphere forming in the palm of her hand.
She tossed it into the sky.
The soldiers below squinted, shielding their eyes from the blinding light.
The sphere hovered high above the kingdom.
Countless beams shot outward.
One soldier's head flew clean from his shoulders.
Others fell in an instant.
They didn't even have time to react.
The light blinded them.
The beams moved at impossible speed.
Death came in precise flashes.
The barrier above shattered.
Fragments fell, leaving gaps.
Chloe's soldiers moved in.
Guns raised.
Modern Earth-style weapons at the ready.
An alarm blared across the kingdom.
Citizens froze.
Shock rooted them to the spot.
They turned.
Eyes widened at the collapsing barrier.
Then they noticed Chloe's soldiers descending.
Guns roared.
Bullets tore through the streets.
Echoes bounced off stone and snow.
Relentless.
People panicked.
Pushed.
Shoved.
Trampled each other to survive.
The crowd only made it easier.
Chloe's soldiers picked them off one by one.
No child.
No woman.
None were spared.
Every life extinguished with ruthless efficiency.
The pristine snow darkened to red.
Dead bodies littered the streets.
Homes burned.
Smoke curled into the cold sky.
Two of Chloe's soldiers kicked open the door.
The family inside—laughing, smiling just moments ago—froze.
The father bolted forward.
Bullets tore through him.
His wife, son, daughter—gone before they even understood.
The soldiers turned to leave.
A noise stopped them.
It came from the next room.
They moved instantly.
A baby lay there.
Crappy arms stretched upward.
Tiny fingers grasping at nothing.
"It's a baby…" said one soldier, a woman, voice tight.
The other soldier raised his gun.
Pointed it straight at the baby's face.
But his partner's hand shot out.
Gripped the gun.
Twisted it aside.
"What are you doing, partner?"
His voice sharp.
"You're not going to kill this baby," she said firmly.
"We were ordered to eliminate everyone," he snapped.
"Baby or not. Emotions don't matter. We follow orders."
She hesitated.
She knew it was true.
Denial would change nothing.
He pressed the gun to her head.
A warning.
Rule 2.
Disobey orders. Death follows.
"To forgive your crime, raise your weapon," he hissed.
"Kill it. Or be killed."
Her fingers shook.
Gun rose.
Trigger pulled.
The baby went silent.
Somewhere else.
A castle window.
A luxurious room.
Darkness swallowed most details.
"I'll be leaving," said a man.
Red wine in a delicate glass.
A sip.
Placed the glass on the table.
"The two of you will handle this matter," he continued.
Eyes in the shadows fixed on two figures.
"Understood," came two voices.
Cold. Precise. Silent.
Without further waiting, they stepped back.
Into the shadows behind them.
Darkness swallowed their forms.
They vanished completely.
Chloe stood before the castle gate.
Beatrice and Momo at her sides.
The massive gate descended slowly.
Stone grinding against stone.
Behind them—
Explosions erupted.
Perfect spheres of destruction.
Blasting everything apart.
Buildings vanished instantly.
Leaving only massive craters behind.
The gate fully opened.
Two figures stood on the other side.
One—Aurelian.
The other…
A man with wavy dark hair.
Tied into a long braid.
A sleek orange-and-black uniform.
A flowing cape behind him.
Both sides paused.
Slightly surprised.
They met too early.
But that didn't matter.
Beatrice stepped forward.
Momo moved with her.
Both shielding Chloe.
Not that she needed it.
Weapons ready.
Eyes sharp.
"Master… leave this to us," Momo said.
Voice serious.
"There's no need for you to get involved."
"In children's games."
Her revolver lifted.
Aimed straight at them.
"Finally… a battle worth something," Beatrice said.
A playful wink.
Her massive sword rested on her shoulder.
"Very well," Chloe said.
"Instant Teleportation" activated.
She vanished instantly.
"How stupid…" the dark-haired man said.
A faint smile forming.
"To throw away your only advantage."
"Heh…" Momo tilted her head slightly.
A grin forming.
"We don't need numbers."
"To eliminate you."
"Oh my…" Beatrice's eyes lit slightly.
Recognition flashing.
"Aurelian… is that you?"
Her smile remained.
Momo followed her gaze.
Landing on him.
"Hahaha…" Aurelian laughed.
Amusement clear.
"So it really is you."
"I thought you died," he continued.
"When Vhalzareth erased your father's empire."
Aurelian's eyes widened slightly.
Then—
They narrowed.
He moved.
Exploding forward.
Speed beyond sight.
Like a madman.
"T–tell me where he is!"
His voice cracked with anger.
His fist shot forward.
Beatrice didn't move much.
She angled her blade.
The flat side caught his punch.
Blocked. Clean.
Beatrice peeked from behind her blade.
One eye visible.
A sharp smile forming.
She enjoyed his reaction.
"Of course I do," Beatrice said.
Tone serious.
With a happy edge.
"But I won't just tell you."
"Make me."
"I will," Aurelian said.
Flames sparked across his fist.
Then spiraled outward.
A storm of fire erupted.
Expanding violently.
The ground melted.
Houses softened like butter.
Heat distorted the air.
Momo didn't flinch.
The other man didn't move either.
Even at point-blank range.
"Guess it's just you and me," Noir said.
Eyes on Momo.
She tilted her head slightly.
Aurelian was sent flying.
Blasted out from the storm.
Crashing through multiple houses.
Walls shattered.
Interiors destroyed.
Beatrice moved.
Her blade swung once.
Clean. Precise.
The firestorm split in two.
Then vanished.
Nullified instantly.
Her blade erased natural phenomena.
She jumped.
High into the sky.
Eyes scanning.
Searching.
She found the trail.
A path carved through destruction.
Aurelian burst from rubble.
A flash of yellow light.
He shot upward.
Breaking through the clouds.
Then—
A kick.
Beatrice was already above him.
Her foot crashed into his head.
He was sent back down.
Falling fast.
Head first.
His eyes widened.
Beatrice was already below him.
Waiting in the air.
He reached her level—
Her fist drove into his stomach.
Impact landed clean.
Blood burst from his mouth.
Eyes wide.
His body spun.
Launched across the kingdom.
Through mountains.
Stone shattered in his path.
He hit the ocean.
Skipped across the surface.
Again.
Again.
Then stopped.
Silence.
He rose slowly.
Standing on the water.
His body trembled.
Unstable.
One hand gripped his stomach.
Twisting.
Trying to hold himself together.
(W… what happened… did I lose?)
Aurelian's thoughts trembled.
Disbelief flooding in.
(That can't be…)
(I was gifted power to destroy worlds.)
He looked up slowly.
Vision blurred.
Beatrice approached.
Walking across the water.
Each step graceful.
Calm. Unhurried.
Aurelian clenched his teeth.
He activated "Fire Magic".
Flames surged outward.
They shaped themselves.
Swords. Spears.
Countless weapons forming.
All hovering behind him.
Ready to strike.
Beatrice didn't stop.
She swung her blade once.
Clean. Effortless.
The flames vanished.
Erased instantly.
Mana constructs couldn't remain.
Her blade nullified them completely.
"You've got to be kidding me…" Aurelian muttered.
Turning his head slightly.
Nothing remained.
All his weapons… gone.
"Yo~" Beatrice called out.
Still smiling faintly.
"I was thinking of killing you right away."
A pause.
"But that's too kind."
Her eyes sharpened slightly.
"After what you did to my friend."
Aurelian looked at Beatrice.
Confusion filled his eyes.
She threw her sword.
Straight at him.
He tried to move.
To jump.
Something was wrong.
Time slowed.
Almost to zero.
His body froze.
But his mind raced.
Acceleration remained.
Blades.
Countless blades.
Endless.
Surrounding him.
From every direction.
Pointing.
Threatening.
He moved a finger.
It felt like lifting a planet.
Every motion required immense effort.
Every action meaningless.
(MOVE!)
(MOVE!)
(GO RIGHT—THEN JUMP!)
His thoughts screamed.
Mind spiraling.
He wanted to move.
He couldn't.
The blades shifted.
So slowly.
He could barely see it.
But they came.
Relentless.
The waiting.
It was breaking him.
(How long…?)
(A billion years…?)
(I've lost count…)
His mind sped up.
Thoughts blurred.
Horrifying.
Twisting.
Shaping a face of agony.
Pain.
Not from wounds.
But from existence itself.
From information flooding him.
From every blink.
(Kill me already!)
(I can't take this anymore!)
His scream tore through nothing.
Inside his own mind.
"Beg for death," Beatrice said.
Hovering above.
A faint smile.
Calm.
Unmoving.
"The victim becomes their own enemy."
"Your mind destroys you."
Time stretched.
One blade moved.
Slow.
Unbearably slow.
It pierced his heart.
Another.
Then another.
Filling him.
Endlessly.
(Finally…)
(The mercy of death…)
(Has reached me…)
Even that took years.
Countless.
Before release.
Beatrice exhaled.
Hand behind her neck.
Looking down.
Thoughtful.
(Should I trap him in a time loop?)
(His memories intact…)
A pause.
No.
Not worth my time.
I should head back.
Noir and Momo floated in space.
Planets drifted past them.
Silent. Distant.
Bullets hung in place.
Frozen.
Just inches from Noir.
"Mmm…" Momo murmured.
Eyes narrowing slightly.
Her attacks stopped.
All of them.
As if something unseen blocked everything.
Even magic.
"No matter what you do…" Noir said.
Raising a finger.
"You'll die."
He pointed.
Momo's arm burst apart.
Gone instantly.
"Huh…?"
She looked to the side.
Her arm—gone.
She grabbed her shoulder.
No blood.
No bone.
Only empty black space inside.
A white light formed.
At the missing limb.
It gathered.
Condensed.
Shaping slowly.
A blank arm appeared.
Then—
It cracked.
Splitting apart.
Revealing a complete arm beneath.
Restored. Perfect.
"Godspeed Regeneration".
"Oh my…" Noir said.
Extending his palm.
The frozen bullets reversed.
Turning instantly.
They shot back at her.
Momo moved slightly.
Head tilting.
Torso shifting.
Minimal effort.
The bullets passed her.
At light-speed.
Behind her—
A planet shattered.
A moon collapsed.
Both erased instantly.
She didn't react.
(Why aren't my attacks reaching him…?)
She raised her revolver again.
"This again…" Noir muttered.
A smug smile forming.
(I'll make sure…)
(She can't regenerate again.)
(Just wait…) Momo thought.
(My Unique Skill—"Counter Genesis"…)
(I'll identify it.)
Bullets stopped again.
Right before Noir.
Frozen.
Then—
They vanished.
Completely gone.
(Got it…)
A faint smile formed.
Eyes steady.
Mind clear.
Ready to move.
Here's the corrected version:
Momo's Unique Skill activated.
"Counter Genesis"
It analyzed and adapted, countering attacks and defenses.
Evolving through combat with each exchange.
It learned patterns, then generated countermeasures.
Temporary solutions built from observation.
Only one limit—
it had to learn before adapting.
Noir's fist tightened.
A glowing white liquid formed in his grip,
leaking between his fingers in a straight line.
Thin. Sharp.
Like a weapon being shaped.
He swung it.
The white lash tore forward toward Momo.
Her eyes widened slightly.
No time to react.
It ignored space.
Distance didn't exist to it.
The strike expanded outward,
stretching beyond the galaxy they stood in.
It kept going.
Reaching the outer layer,
where countless galaxies filled the void.
Then—
It pulled back.
Everything in its path was sliced.
Galaxies split apart.
Clean. Effortless.
The lash returned instantly,
flowing back into Noir's palm.
Silence followed.
Momo's body—
cut in half sideways.
Separated cleanly.
Noir watched.
Then—
Her body reconnected.
The halves pulled together,
sealing instantly without resistance.
No delay.
No damage.
As if nothing had happened.
Noir's eyes narrowed slightly.
(She regenerated…)
(Must be "Godspeed Regeneration"…)
(The only thing capable of that…)
Momo stood still.
Gun steady in her hand.
Eyes calm and focused.
She adjusted her stance slightly,
a small shift in footing and grip.
Barely noticeable.
Momo pointed her revolver at Noir again.
That alone made him smile a little.
"My turn…"
(For real… how stubborn can one person be…)
Noir thought to himself.
Amused.
He didn't notice it.
The revolver in Momo's hand—
giving off a golden aura.
Something it didn't show before.
"Hey—" Noir started.
His eyes widened.
Disbelief.
Fear.
The side of his stomach—
Blown away.
Like a lion tore through it.
(What the…)
Shock hit instantly.
(My "Void Expanse" is still active…)
(So how did she get me…?)
(Space and time don't function around me…)
Noir jumped back.
Creating distance.
His wound already healing.
Flesh restoring.
The side of his abs exposed.
Clothes still damaged.
He raised his palm.
A blue sphere formed.
Spinning into existence.
Cold energy spread outward.
"Ice… Magic."
He pointed at Momo.
The sphere fired.
A beam shot toward her.
Momo reacted instantly.
A barrier formed around her.
"Barrier Magic" activated.
The attack collided.
Blocked.
The excess passed her—
Everything behind froze.
An entire solar system.
Countless stars.
All frozen solid.
From a single attack.
When the beam faded, Momo shifted instantly.
Foot sliding half a step back.
Fingers tightening around her revolver grip.
Breath steady. Controlled.
She countered.
"Destruction Magic: Eraser Orbs" activated.
Crimson-black spheres erupted behind her.
Floating. Spinning slowly.
Space bending slightly around them.
Noir's eyes twitched.
A sharp reaction.
"Fufu…" Momo smiled.
Head tilting slightly.
Eyes narrowing with satisfaction.
"Judging by that reaction…"
"You know exactly what this is."
Noir's expression cracked internally.
Sweat forming under calm posture.
(Fuck… fuck!)
He tightened his fingers.
Shoulders stiffening.
Feet hovering in place.
(I can't block that.)
(Not even with my Unique Skill.)
(That magic… affects both Physical and Spiritual layers.)
His gaze sharpened.
Jaw clenched.
(My Skill only operates in the Physical Layer.)
(It's below even Spiritual interference… useless here.)
Momo raised her hand slightly.
Crimson orbs drifting behind her like orbiting stars.
Each one pulsing faintly.
"You won't survive this."
Her tone calm. Certain.
"You'll feel… peace."
The orbs multiplied.
Black mixing into crimson.
Space distorting around them.
"Noir…" she continued.
Voice low.
Precise.
"Space and time only exist in the Physical Layer."
"Not the Spiritual."
"You are still bound by it."
Noir's breath slowed.
Eyes lowering for a fraction.
(I see…)
(So she understands the structure…)
(Shit…)
His hand twitched slightly.
Fingers curling into a fist.
(My Skill is lower tier than I thought…)
(It only works within the Physical Layer…)
(Beyond that…)
"I'm nothing…"
But his face stayed calm.
Too calm.
Almost peaceful.
(…Don't fear death.)
Space folded.
Noir activated his domain.
"Space-Time Isolation".
The area snapped shut.
Time freezing.
Space collapsing inward.
Noir stood at the center.
Completely still.
Or so it seemed.
Momo tilted her head.
Eyes half-lidded.
A faint smile forming.
"Idiot…"
She shifted her stance.
Heel pressing lightly into nothingness.
Fingers loosening.
Shoulders relaxing.
"You really think I can't move…"
"In a space where time doesn't function?"
She gestured with a single hand.
The orbs engulfed Noir.
They didn't travel.
They simply were.
Already placed.
Already complete.
Noir's body began to disappear.
Piece by piece.
Not destruction.
Erasure.
No… deeper than that.
His soul was stripped away.
Even regeneration failed.
There was nothing left to recover.
Noir was gone.
Momo exhaled softly.
Shoulders easing.
Fingers relaxing at her hip.
The orbs faded out.
Their job complete.
(Man… I'm just lucky.)
Momo thought.
Eyes narrowing slightly.
(If I didn't have this Unique Skill… and Ultimate Magic…)
(That would've gone badly.)
Her gaze drifted upward slightly.
A faint shift in posture.
Hmm?
Momo blinked once.
Head tilting a fraction.
A connection formed.
Thought-thread flickering into existence.
"Thought Communication" activated.
Beatrice.