Arrived in the Type-Moon World, Now Out of Contact

This was bad. Raphael, clearly at a disadvantage in the battle, wore a grim expression. She could tell that her opponent's combat power surpassed her own.

Without using some special abilities, defeat was only a matter of time.

Having made her choice, Raphael transformed every structure within her body into Spirit Corridor-linked nerves, drawing power from the source tide of the Spirit Corridor and gradually compressing, condensing, and concentrating it.

A wildly wavering, amorphous spear appeared in Raphael's hands. Its name was Heavenly Strike, the Winged Species' greatest and strongest blow.

Without the slightest hesitation, she hurled the spear. The next instant, a blue flash of explosive light vaporized the earth as it tore into the crust. The red, vaporized ground triggered a small-scale crustal tsunami, while superheated soil and sand reaching thousands of degrees were instantly blasted into the stratosphere...

The attack known as Heavenly Strike completely transformed the surrounding terrain, wantonly devastating the earth and even the sky. All that remained where it struck was a bottomless pit that seemed to lead straight to the planet's core.

"...Huff... huff... Did I get him?"

Having overused her power and unable to maintain her form due to insufficient spirit power, Raphael had become a young child. She landed heavily, panting as she looked toward the place where her enemy had vanished without a trace.

Golden chains recreated by the Herrscher of Reason suddenly stretched out from the void, binding Raphael tightly during her weakened state and suspending her in midair.

"Of course not." The boy's voice suddenly rang out, answering her.

The Wings of the Winged Species Should Feel Pretty Nice, Right?

"I only came to test how much of a boost Ksitigarbha's Soul could receive in a world with multiple civilization systems. Who knew I'd even catch a little