Within the Memoria ruins.
Everything visible to the naked eye had turned to ash and scattered in every direction.
At this moment, Twelve Dreams no longer existed.
All the guests inside had "died."
On the massive, charred platform, Acheron panted, covered in wounds, her wary gaze fixed on the white-haired man before her.
Behind her, Dominicus had been idling for quite some time now. No one knew what it was doing.
Gallagher was also doing his best to provide support.
Robin, meanwhile, commanded the notes of Harmony, shielding Acheron.
Across from them, the white-haired man rose to his feet again. It seemed he could keep fighting for much longer.
Acheron found that deeply troublesome.
She turned and urged,
"General Jing Yuan, what are you doing?"
At that moment, Jing Yuan was covered in frost and struggling forward. Even speaking was difficult for him.
"I've been frozen by another one of his powers. My apologies... haha."
Acheron's brows furrowed slightly.
"If you've been frozen, what does that have to do with your Divine General?"
Above Jing Yuan's head, the golden colossus stood perfectly still, showing no intention of helping in the battle.
Jing Yuan explained awkwardly,
"Perhaps because it's too cold, my brain is processing things more slowly, so the speed at which I issue orders to the Divine General has also been affected."
The next moment, the Divine General suddenly sprang into action, raising its formation blade and attacking Welt, who looked like an ant below it.
"See? It's moving now, isn't it?" Jing Yuan smiled awkwardly.
"..."
Acheron took a deep breath, drew her blade again, and joined the Divine General in fighting Welt.
Blade light and sword shadows intertwined as flames and lightning resonated, triggering violent explosions of energy.
The memoria within this memory zone was churned up