That absolute "white" continued to spread, like a canvas being mercilessly erased.
Sound vanished first.
The sonic boom carried by the Nasca Rider Kick, powerful enough to tear through steel, fell silent the instant it touched the freezing air. Along with its intricate, magnificent golden patterns, it silently crumbled and shattered like a rose dipped in liquid nitrogen, turning into golden dust scattered across the ground.
At temperatures nearing Absolute Zero, the world was dying.
"Not good!"
Shotaro practically roared.
He yanked the green Cyclone Memory from his belt and replaced it with the red Memory representing blazing heat and fighting spirit.
"HEAT!"
The right half of Kamen Rider W's body instantly changed from emerald green to crimson, flames lighting up across his armor.
A wave of heat exploded outward from him, trying to warm the surrounding air and resist the cold tide that was devouring everything.
But it was useless.
That heat was like tossing a tiny ice cube into an erupting supervolcano—it did not even last a second.
White frost spread across the crimson armor at a visible speed. The steam that had just risen froze into ice crystals midair, clattering to the ground.
"Don't mess with me!!"
Shotaro let out a beast-like roar at the approaching white death.
At this distance, with a Maximum Drive on this scale, once it fully erupted, the entire shopping street—no, everything within several kilometers—would be completely frozen over.
The ordinary people who had not managed to run far enough, the shop clerks trembling inside their stores, the people who had just been wasting their lives away in the pachinko parlors—
They would all die.
That was something he could not tolerate.
He absolutely could not tolerate seeing the city he had protected with his life—the city he loved most—shed tears before