No Regrets for Killing My Son! (7,600, Please Vote!)

The instant Mahdi arrived on the battlefield.

Seizing the chance to break free of Axel's suppression, Mikael thrust his spear at his father. Like a meteor crashing to earth, it tore through the sky.

This thrust was completely unlike his previous vast and overwhelming style. Instead, it was utterly condensed and solitary in its chill. Countless rays of light became spirals, spinning at high speed as they gathered power inward, while the core tip of the light spear was nearly frozen by layers of light pressure. Material particles ceased moving, reaching a temperature close to absolute zero.

This interweaving of extreme cold and extreme heat, this thrust where things reversed at their utmost and returned to simplicity, was like a meteor that had fallen from the heavens to earth at some unknown time. At first it seemed utterly unremarkable, but only upon reaching one's eyes did one suddenly realize the terrifying destruction contained within.

Such a thrust had already reached the pinnacle of perfection. It was Mikael's true skill, which he had kept hidden until now, waiting for Axel to be distracted!

And Axel, whether because Mahdi had drawn all his attention or because he had never intended to dodge at all, merely glanced sideways. His expression did not change in the slightest as he allowed the spear to strike his chest.

The instant he was struck, bolts of lightning erupted from within his body. The lightning was like clouds and mist, thick and viscous in thread after thread, as though tangible, as though alive, constantly trembling.

Bright inscription formations flowed at high speed, appearing and vanishing with the vibrations of the lightning. In an instant, Axel's entire body became a bolt of lightning—a spark like the one that burst forth when the universe was first born.

Mikael's magic spear