The ground shook, and thunderous booms came from all directions. Amid the flames scattered across the island, tentacles that seemed capable of touching the sky stretched up from beneath the snow surface. The sky, already obscured by dark clouds, had completely turned pure black.
The white falling snow turned black. A rotten stench, carrying oppressive spiritual contamination, slowly seeped out from the ground. At that moment, everyone heard a howl that made even their souls tremble. The Evil of Pantanal was about to return.
The five Glimmerstones arranged in an arc above Iluna's head flashed with light. She knew that before Sister Devlin appeared, she was the one most likely to suppress the madman above them in this battle:
"Let's give it a try. It's not certain we can't beat him."
"Who wishes to stop me?"
Legenes Presia's voice spread across the entire island at that moment. Though Iluna believed he had gone mad, his voice was remarkably steady.
The Fourth Chosen One lowered his head to look at Iluna on the ground, but she gave up the opportunity to attack and instead turned to look to the side.
Legenes Presia also looked to his side. At first, he saw the hazy light of the lighthouse in the mist. But then, that dim ray abruptly erupted, as though the Sun had fallen to the ground. He was forced to raise a hand before his forehead, vaguely seeing a black figure "walking" toward him through the snowy sky within that golden radiance.
No one could accurately say what happened at that moment. Only Iluna's left eye could vaguely see a figure walking out from the top of the distant lighthouse.
As unimaginable light shot toward the top of the dark clouds, the powerful golden radiance briefly and completely suppressed everything on