"Ai!"
"Cure Heart!!"
"No, stop—stop it!!"
After reviving on the spot, Another Ryuga used the exact same method as last time to seal every Pretty Cure except Aida Mana inside the Mirror World.
Then he walked up to the mirror where the girls kept calling out from within. He raised his already mutated dragon head—and smashed it down hard.
Whether it was their open-mouthed roars of rage or their tearful grief, all of it shattered along with the countless mirror fragments.
He did not even need to do anything. All he had to do was wait, and the legendary warriors would vanish from the world in this unknown, utterly hopeless way.
"..."
Aida Mana, who had been deliberately spared... or rather, not spared at all, likewise lay amid the shattered mirrors, arms spread like a martyr as countless sharp shards of glass pierced through her from behind. Even the protection of her Precure outfit had reached its limit. The shards broke through the fabric, and the blood flowing from them gradually stained the nonreflective ground the color of despair...
"Pitter-patter..."
One drop, then another—raindrops slapped against the girl's face, calling her back to this hell.
For some reason, it was still raining, and it was only getting heavier...
As the icy chill stole away the girl's body heat, the piercing pain in her back seemed to hurt a little less. Forcing up a smile, she struggled to pull out her left hand amid the rushing blood.
"Ash..."
Facing the torrential rain, the golden strands behind her were no longer radiant, but wetly plastered against her body. Feeling her life gradually fade away in the downpour, Aida Mana did not feel afraid. Instead, she calmly raised a hand over her head, allowing the mixture of rainwater and blood to drip through