Using the naginata in his hands, Archer Inferno barely managed to block one of Sakumura's attacks. At the same time, the flames around her body flared up, forming a scorching blast of air that forced Sakumura directly back.
"This won't work. These monsters seem to be immortal."
Musashi hurried over and stood alongside Sakumura, shielding Fujimaru Ritsuka behind them as she warily watched Archer Inferno, whose flaming body was knitting itself back together.
That is—an ogre.
"This ogre is different from last time. When it appeared, the sky—"
As he spoke, Sakumura raised his head and glanced at the sky.
The sky remained a dim night sky, utterly unchanged.
"Ah, now that you mention it..."
Miyamoto Musashi blinked.
Last time, whether when the Heroic Spirit Swordmasters had acted as a group or when Hozoin Inshun, who had later become Lancer Purgatorio, caught up with them, the sky had been shrouded in blood-red moonlight.
According to Fujimaru Ritsuka's understanding, that blood-red moon might have been some kind of barrier, one that produced strange effects.
But what those effects specifically were remained unknown. All they knew was that whenever these so-called Heroic Spirit Swordmasters intended to fight seriously, they would deploy such a barrier, and when it truly came down to life and death—when they intended to wager their lives in a decisive battle—they would unfold a space like a dueling ground, something resembling a Reality Marble.
"Ah, haha. So you noticed."
Archer Inferno's body had finally fused back together. She rose while leaning on her naginata. Though she had undeniably been at a disadvantage in the exchange, her momentum had not weakened in the slightest. Her smile remained utterly feral, ruining that beautiful face.
"Though if I deployed my barrier here and truly unleashed all my power, I could create a