Seeing the opponent cross her hands, Ash immediately jerked his head, flinging Dark Precure from his shoulder into the internal skeleton.
"Get inside—Gaaaa!!!"
When that purest plasma energy struck him, it was Ash's monster that let out a terrifying roar.
"What is that?"
As it drew nearer, the pedestrians below finally looked up at the commotion and easily spotted the enormous meteor wrapped in flames plummeting from the sky.
But upon closer inspection, they discovered that the solid object at the heart of those flames did not seem to be a meteorite in the traditional sense. It looked more like... some kind of writhing living creature?
"C-could it be back?!"
The crowd below completely erupted. During Pretty Cure's final battle several years ago, justice had ultimately won a resounding victory, but the world-ending catastrophe caused by Dune remained a vivid terror in many people's memories!
Could it be... that the same thing was about to happen again?!
"Ash!"
"I... I know!"
Inside EX Tyrant II's core, Ash was already drenched in sweat as he struggled to raise the Zeta Riser in his hand with Kain's help.
Although he possessed the trait of being immortal as long as the vengeful spirits remained, his opponent had repeatedly used ultimate techniques that forced him into revival time within such a short period. Ash, as the operator, had already been drained of most of his stamina.
Though he had desperately counterattacked after every revival, whether it was EX Tyrant II's stitched-together monster abilities, Meteor Hammer, or heavy scythe strikes, they had limited effect against an Ultra Killer who seemed inexplicably experienced at dealing with them.
"Heh... maybe I should be glad it doesn't have a Dark Spark. Otherwise, getting turned into a Spark Doll on the spot would've been really pathetic."
It seemed that