The sky had gone completely dark.
Deep night covered the land. There was no moon that day, only countless stars scattered across the blue-black sky. Beneath that sky, the grueling battle had reached its final stage.
"Whew..."
A sea of pure purple flames blazed around Luther. In the pitch-black night, it was the only source of light, staining a vast stretch of wilderness a terrifying deep purple.
Three rust-colored figures drifted behind Luther. Deep crimson and intense, they gave off the scent of iron and blood, brimming with aggression and a ruthless urge to conquer-Medici, Sauron, and Einhorn. With the help of an item Ankewelt had conjured through "Imagination," these three former Sequence 1s had once again borrowed power from their past selves!
"What a shame. That Ahomatoa actually ran off..."
One of the spectral figures spoke with a sigh. "If we could have kept her here and eaten her, it would have replenished us considerably..."
"Well, your Einhorn Family is full of cowards like that. They probably learned it all from you, their ancestor."
Medici, in the middle, mocked him without restraint.
"Tch. Whatever you say, my descendants are still better than yours, who ended up as ignorant islanders."
The three angels began bickering behind Luther again.
"You're so noisy," Antiya said, glaring at them in displeasure.
Just then, Luther noticed her figure gradually fading.
"Is your time almost up?"
He asked.
"Yes. If I keep going, my spirituality and [anchors] will become unstable." The Ship Spirit looked at him apologetically. "Sorry. You'll have to rely on yourself from here."
"It's all right."
Luther pointed at the twisted dragon in the distance. "That's the only enemy I have left anyway."
Ahomatoa had fled, and Larion was under control. No one remained to interfere with him and [Greed] Ivanova. This