Snap.
It was an incredibly faint sound, like the tiny pop of a balloon being pricked by a needle.
But at that moment, to Bright's ears, that faint sound was the most beautiful melody in the world.
That ordinary sound now resembled the soft song of the goddess of victory.
Bright felt the ground beneath his feet vanish; whatever had been blocking him had completely disappeared.
Then he would keep kicking!
Almost in the next instant, his feet touched solid ground.
But it was not over, far from it.
The thing blocking him shattered. He continued downward, encountered something else, shattered it, and descended again.
He kept meeting obstacles, kept smashing through them, and kept going down.
Bright did not know how far he had traveled or how many things he had kicked apart. All he knew was that when he saw the deep blue sea again, the flying ship was already hovering above his head.
The corners of Bright's mouth lifted high.
Because he had been moving too fast and had encountered too many things, Bright had not figured out exactly how many of them he had smashed apart.
But one thing was certain: it all ended here.
The shield that had barely been holding back the combined attacks of the three Ancient Weapons finally shattered with a thunderous crash.
Three merciless attacks struck the front of the flying ship at once.
The indestructible hull, forged from special materials, shattered in an instant as the three beams drove straight through it.
In the blink of an eye, the enormous flying ship was pierced clean through. The merged beam burst out the other side and shot straight into the sky.
Then came a world-shaking explosion.
Its internal power furnaces had likely all been destroyed. In that instant, explosions from within