"We need to get farther away!"
The full force Norla suddenly unleashed was breathtakingly destructive. Napoleon knew they absolutely could not stay here any longer. He grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's arm with one hand and Mash's with the other, rapidly moving up the mountain.
If they stayed here, they would be caught up in those attacks!
".So you ended up like this."
Glancing at Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others as they fled into the distance, Ruslan no longer needed to keep his expression tense in front of Norla, who had already lost his reason.
—It was the expression of someone whose heart had died.
But he still had to fight.
Yet the monster before him was far too familiar.
This was exactly what Arno No. 1 had looked like when she rampaged through London, venting her rage.
Perhaps because it was born of pure fury, Norla now looked even madder and more destructive than she had back then.
"You are an unfinished experiment."
Shaking his head as he looked at the roaring killer below, Ruslan raised his hand—raised the sword in his hand.
"You are... a beast without a self."
Bzz—
Bzzzz—
Flames burned.
Below him, Norla had already opened its mouth.
It wanted to force Ruslan down from the sky!
"Only by possessing a self can you possibly embrace your own power, instead of letting this precious magical energy dissipate freely on instinct."
"Only by embracing your power can you truly become yourself, rather than you being you and the monster being the monster."
Whoosh—
Norla had already spewed out flames.
Ruslan swung Zinivosh, blocking the flames.
Hans Christian Andersen was a bastard.
If not for Hans Christian Andersen, Norla would not have been recorded upon the Throne of Heroes. Even if he had been, he absolutely would not have