The two figures who had once turned the entire world upside down now lay sprawled at the edge of a cliff amid these rolling hills.
Pink-Haired Hunter lay flat on the ground, her eyes dim, her face deathly pale, panting heavily.
"Huff... huff."
She had maintained "Solitary Light Journey" for a full six seconds.
And those six seconds spent sustaining her "Spirit Realm" form had inflicted an extraordinarily severe toll on Oko's body and mind.
Besides that, countless chunks of flesh and shattered bones lay scattered across the ground around Oko.
They were strewn everywhere, reeking of blood.
They were the remains of the prey that Oko's flaming hair had previously hacked to pieces.
Yet amid this wreckage of mangled remains, a twisted black shadow was still slowly writhing.
That was Fente.
More precisely, it was Fente with only her head, neck, and a ruined portion of her chest remaining.
It had to be said that this Tailor Clown's life was terrifyingly tenacious.
At the instant the time stop had been lifted, faced with Oko's hair-blade slash that struck in an instant, Fente had desperately made one final stand.
Although that last desperate struggle could not save her from this fatal calamity, it at least kept Fente from dying on the spot, allowing her to forcibly cling to her last few breaths even now.
Oko wearily turned her head and gazed at her former adoptive mother, whose tenacity knew no bounds.
Though Fente was still struggling, it was clearly all in vain.
Once she confirmed that fact, Oko's features finally relaxed. She closed her heavy eyelids again, yet her heart remained a jumble of emotions, with not the slightest joy on her face.
"Ugh... ah..."
Fente's eyes were bloodshot, her features twitching. With her mouth gaping wide, she panted frantically