Caenis and Kirschtaria had agreed that he could only fight at full strength one more time in Scandinavia. After that battle, win or lose, he had to immediately return to the Atlantic Ocean Lostbelt.
And—
Though Caenis truly, truly did not want to admit it, Ruslan had been telling the truth.
He simply could not defeat Ruslan.
He had no idea what those damn chains and keys were—but the incredibly potent suppression of Divinity emanating from them had been crystal clear to Caenis even from far away.
It was a terrifying sensation that made every hair on his body stand on end—he absolutely could not be struck by weapons like those. Even if they did not kill him outright, they would suppress him so thoroughly that he would not even be able to stand.
Not to mention—
Zinivosh, the divine armament forged by Hephaestus, the god of fire, also possessed the ability to deal bonus damage against Divinity.
That was the bond of Elma's heroes.
Though only Oceannus had stood upon the sea in the end, facing Poseidon's wrath, that magnificent struggle was still regarded as the achievement of all Elma's heroes.
Thus, every one of them possessed the trait of [The First Godslayer].
The first voyagers, the first resisters, the first godslayers.
Such were the glorious heroes of the Elma.
He could not defeat Ruslan.
—But even if he could not win, he was still furious.
"...Hmph!!!"
In the end, Caenis suppressed his anger, turned around, and roared as he left—who knew what he was going off to do to vent his frustration.
Ruslan let out a sigh of relief.
It was always better if a fight could be avoided.
Still, he truly did not care much for Caenis, that willful Servant.
A blade that always had ideas of