If I were given a pair of wings, I would fly for you, even if everything on this earth were about to sink completely beneath the water.
Feeling that familiar power, Nnoitra instinctively raised the massive, bizarre weapon in his hand and swung it viciously at the presence detected by his probing nerves.
Yet that powerful strike hit nothing. The figure that should have appeared within his probing nerves was nowhere to be found.
Then, an incomparably intense pain erupted from behind him.
Following the pain came the rapid retreat of everything in his field of vision. Nnoitra felt as though his body had been hollowed out from the middle, as if he had been torn into several pieces.
Enduring the pain, he jammed his weapon into the stone wall beside him. Yet the tremendous force still split the entire wall apart, and the section closest to Nnoitra was crushed directly into powder by the powerful impact.
Nnoitra lay amid the pulverized rubble, his face covered in blood. Looking at the tall figure in the distance, he roared as he climbed up from the ground, shouting in a somewhat hoarse voice:
"Impossible! Nelliel! How could you possibly still possess this level of strength?!"
Yet he received no response. Only after the dust settled did Nnoitra see that the woman he had always regarded as his goal was holding the wound-covered Asano Kiyoshi in her arms, her expression anxious, her entire mind and body focused on that boy. As for him, she had not even spared him a glance.
As if, as if, as if he had never existed in her sight at all!
She had kicked him away so casually and effortlessly. Did that mean that, in her heart, he was nothing more than an insignificant speck of dust and