"Was it simply because... she liked a kind and beautiful world? For such a foolish idea, a Legendary professional was actually willing to pay with her life... 'Valkyrie' Ibefil-Marta, compared to someone like me who does not even understand what he truly seeks, are you a lucky person, or a pitiable unfortunate one?"...
The scorching tide of ion energy still swirled through the crater large enough to hold an entire city, but the blazing currents of wind had gradually carried away the heat radiating from the vitrified sand and stone.
Standing amid the desolate, lonely battlefield, Ganatica watched pure sunlight stream through gaps in the clouds and turn the glittering ground into an absurd stage. He inhaled the scent of blood splashed across his face as it diffused and faded away. Feeling not the slightest joy of victory, he only felt as if the entire world were silently mocking him.
Did he count as a hunter now? Had he killed his prey? Had his slaughter been easy, simple, even effortless?
Ibefil had ultimately been far, far too weak. Compared to the countless battles Ganatica had endured in the Abyss, his ravaging of the Valkyrie had been utterly one-sided. Only now did the youthful avenger vaguely realize that, with the three Legendary Battle Skills and one Legendary finishing move Punk had given him, the once weak and powerless "young hero" had become an unquestionable standout among ordinary Legendary-tier combat professionals. Once a fight began, a "Legendary powerhouse" with nothing like Ibefil was simply no match for him.
But even so... even after becoming so much stronger... what was the point?
Feeling the powerful force surging endlessly through his body and soul, Ganatica clenched his fingers tightly, yet all he could feel was the unreality and emptiness of a dream. He knew