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Why—

Why had it turned out like this?

Mebius watched the blue giant, watched as he straddled Bogarl and hammered that already unrecognizable face again and again with his armor-covered fists.

Within this space of red rock, there was no sound besides the dull impacts of bones breaking.

Dark Purple blood splattered like cheap paint across the ground.

The fluid carried a searing sensation—sticky and reeking of blood.

It was the first time he had seen one of his own kind display such savage violence.

In the Land of Light, they learned Combat, learned how to end enemies in the most efficient way, and learned how to use the power of light to protect peace.

But no one had ever taught them that Combat could be like this.

Perhaps this was no longer Combat, but a beast-like venting of rage devoid of skill or honor.

"The purer the light, the more obvious the darkness staining it becomes."

A voice rang in Mebius's mind. Naturally, it was Impat who had spoken.

Just as he said, even a single drop of ink splashed onto a pure white canvas would be far more glaring than if it were spilled across a gray wall.

As Impat spoke, he walked forward.

He crossed the bizarre space and arrived behind Hunter Knight Tsurugi.

He reached out and calmly pressed a hand onto Hunter Knight Tsurugi's blue-armored arm, which was still swinging without pause.

"That's enough."

"It's already dead."

"Bang!"

Hunter Knight Tsurugi's final punch landed, driving Bogarl's head deep into the red rock.

His movement froze at that instant.

The force from Impat's hand on his arm was not strong. It was more like a reminder.

He stiffly lowered his head and looked at the heap of mangled flesh