Dark Lugiel raised his spear, aiming its tip at the silver figure that had gathered the light of the entire planet.
He could not understand, nor did he want to.
Those ants who rolled in the mud, who were berated like dogs by their bosses for a few banknotes, who returned home to nothing but four bare walls-what right did they have to reject the eternal heaven he offered them?
"Absurd!"
Dark Lugiel poured all his power into his spear.
A dark purple beam tore through the atmosphere and shot straight at Ginga.
Ginga did not dodge the attack.
Instead, he raised both hands, the Color Timer on his chest and the crystals all over his body humming.
Light rose from every corner of Earth, faint as fireflies yet impossibly tenacious, converging into a torrent.
Boom!
Darkness and light, two utterly opposing forces, collided. The stalemate lasted only a moment.
The torrent of light tore through the darkness.
Why?
Lugiel watched his power crumble bit by bit and voiced his question.
But no one could answer him anymore.
The next instant, the light swallowed him.
In the final moment before he vanished completely, he remembered many things.
He remembered the planet that had shattered into two halves in the aftermath of their battle.
He had done everything he could to save it, only to bring about even more complete destruction.
From that moment on, he had felt that fighting was meaningless.
The struggle between light and darkness was nothing but a game for gods. Mortals did not even qualify as pieces-they were the board itself, liable to be torn apart at any moment.
So that's it... did I waver? With that thought, Dark Lugiel understood.
It was just as Masaki Keigo had said.
Perhaps he really was simply afraid-afraid of