Night had fallen, and only moonlight spilled across the earth.
On the silent battlefield, only two figures remained standing in silence.
Whoosh—
The slightly chilly night wind swept away the heat and tension in the air.
His dark red hair drifted slowly as the man raised a hand toward the moon overhead, his face filled with emotion.
"Ah~ What a beautiful full moon... How long has it been since I last saw it?"
The man lowered his head and looked at Moss, who had her eyes closed as she felt the breeze.
"...You aren't running away?"
At that, Moss slowly opened her eyes.
"Running away?"
She looked at the man, tilting her head slightly as she slowly asked:
"Why should I run?"
The man chuckled and looked toward the fleet turning around in the distance.
"I don't care what those ants intend to do."
"In the end, they'll become nothing more than dust beneath my feet at some point."
He turned his gaze back, the smile on his face already replaced by indifference and arrogance.
"So I don't understand. What meaning is there in your staying here?"
"Do you still wish to challenge me?"
Moss stared straight at the man, clenched her fists, and slowly assumed a fighting stance as she asked with a light laugh:
"Yes. Is that not allowed?"
Magic Power surged from her body, blowing up the bangs before her eyes.
Those deep Black Hole Pupils now radiated an inexplicable gleam.
"Fate has already been decided. A meaningless challenge..."
As the man spoke, deep-red Magic Power gradually rose around his body.
He lifted his head slightly and looked down at Moss.
"Even if you are the strongest among those ants, you are still nothing more than an ant."
"What makes you think you can defeat me? Is