Hands clasped together, Hundred Arms Stretched.
Miracle Element erupted like the sun falling into the night at winter's end. The black mud evaporated, the Stone Mirrors shattered, and the gale dissipated. Even amid the intense light, Shade covered his heart and stared wide-eyed at the sky, breathing heavily without realizing it due to the violent turmoil in his emotions:
"Just as I thought. There were never any Guardians. The Guardians have never appeared before me two at a time. Each time, a different Guardian appeared, but the strength of their souls was astonishingly identical. Luvia said that Mr. Fleming was only a part of a Chosen One for this very reason. Osenfott warned me that an ordinary individual's soul was unqualified to resist a Demon for this reason as well—the truth of the Guardians is that all their souls have fused together. They are one person!"
Facing the hundreds of stone statues copied by the Demon's Mirror, hundreds of different thaumaturgies struck back. In that instant, it was as though night had suddenly turned into day. The subsequent explosion in the sky was so immense that one could almost suspect it could be heard even in the city.
Other than the two sides in battle, Shade was the closest person to the center of the explosion. At that moment, he had no doubt that the Demon had not directly attacked the Guardians not merely because it wished to toy with them through schemes. Gothe himself most likely lacked absolute confidence that he could defeat this special aggregate of souls, whose power source was unknown.
And the reason the Guardians had repeatedly called Shade to deal with the problems in Randall River Valley definitely was not because they could not purify the land themselves. It was simply to show weakness to