"Yes."
A low, hoarse voice rang out from the void.
Like a Brave nearing middle age—a savior from the Old Days who had once saved the world.
Now, he was utterly exhausted, yet had a reason he could not help but draw his sword.
"...Don Quixote, fighting for you."
The voice was so soft it was almost a whisper, like someone telling a story to a child.
Yet the instant he spoke, it drowned out the roar caused by the explosions of the artillery fire.
In that instant, the entire world fell into an eerie silence.
A man in gray-white robes, tall and straight yet somewhat lean, appeared before Iver.
The moment Don Quixote appeared, he drew the longsword from his waist.
As he slowly raised the longsword above his head, the missiles, bullets, arrows, and even the colossal axes swung by the Golems gradually came to a halt in midair.
Like the hands of a clock slowly pointing toward twelve.
As if time had solidified--
The next moment, Don Quixote brought the longsword in his hand down.
With a flash of sword light, every airborne projectile with a trajectory was cleanly split in two from top to bottom without exception!
Boom boom boom boom boom--!
The instant the silence ended, an endless roar of explosions rang across the sky.
Like fireworks filling the heavens during the New Year celebrations.
In that instant when absolute silence became absolute motion, countless balls of flame bloomed slowly like flowers.
"...Hmph."
Don Quixote let out a cold laugh, and his gaze sharpened.
He transformed into a gray-white streak of light, dragging out afterimages as he zigzagged through all the armored Golems--
But just then, Don Quixote's figure suddenly stopped.
Countless transparent chains had somehow emerged from within the Golems he had pierced.
They