If the final duels on the other two battlefields could be described as earth-shaking, then the battle taking place here could only be described as utterly brutal.
"Pfft!"
As the sound of flesh tearing rang out, an arrow shot through the sky and pierced straight through Rama's shoulder, leaving a smear of bright red blood behind.
"Ugh...!"
Rama was forced to stop dodging the arrows hurtling toward him head-on. He let out a muffled groan, then reached out, seized the arrow embedded in his shoulder, and yanked it out with all his strength, bringing another gush of blood with it.
"Hah... hah... hah..."
Rama gasped in pain. His body was already riddled with wounds. Not only was his abdomen seriously injured, but almost every part of his body bore marks from arrows striking him.
But compared to the pain in his body, it was the pain in his heart that truly tormented Rama.
"Si... ta..."
Rama called out his wife's name in agony.
In response, Sita, who was drawing her bow and nocking an arrow, wore a smile that was both tragic and wicked.
"You finally called my name. You finally called my name in such despair, helplessness, and pain, Lord Rama."
Sita spoke with hatred.
"When I was carrying your child, yet you abandoned me by the riverbank, I called your name like this too, Lord Rama. Did you know that?"
As she spoke, Sita released the arrow nocked on her bow, sending three arrows slicing through the air and closing in on Rama at astonishing speed.
"Clang!" "Clang!" "Clang!"
Rama immediately swung the Indestructible Blade. Amid several clashes of steel, he knocked away the three incoming arrows.
However, a fourth arrow had been concealed behind those three. Taking advantage of the moment before Rama could retrieve the Indestructible