"This is an Ancient Evil Being—the Paradox Worm. Most attacks are completely ineffective against it. Only a few powers, such as time, can affect it. Even as a Thirteenth Ring, all I could do against this thing was drive it away or defeat it; I couldn't fully contain or kill it. I haven't mastered any power specifically meant to deal with it.
"Though I could completely resolve it as a demigod, I can't display my power in front of my current self, or it would create a paradox. Shade, it's your turn to think of something."
Adele's voice sounded beside Shade's ear. Meanwhile, the two ladies in the air stood side by side, the two golden chains thrown from their hands coiling around the curled black carapace above the Golden Music Hall.
The worm's body shuddered again amid its own buzzing, and the golden chains immediately crumbled into flying sand. It then sprayed a thick mass of White Fog at the two Great Witches. One of them raised a hand to defend herself, but demigod Adele took a sharp breath, and then nearly everyone in the city center heard a sigh that seemed to rise from the depths of their hearts.
"Witch Secret Art—Sigh of the End of Days."
Though the secret art had been cast on the worm, Shade still felt an uncontrollable sorrow and emptiness well up from within his heart at that moment.
He was holding up fairly well, but Miss Bell beside him had already begun to cry, while Miss Danist and Miss Winslet's eyes were turning red as well:
"We have to help them, Shade. I'm going to use your potion."
"Shade, give me the umbilical cord."
But Shade refused them.
"Don't rush. You wouldn't be able to help even if you went."
After that