National War: The Final Strike!

Like the first glimmer of light in every dawn turning into illusory feathers, flamboyant and gorgeous like a work of art—the Technological Framework crafted by A,

Lit up with mysterious rings woven from arcane arts, the enormous white wings, vast enough to fold shut and cover her body, spread behind Osphia,

The instant activation halos lit up in her azure eyes!

Her platinum-white formal dress was torn and damaged. Gripping the hilt of Elven Forest, she looked like an angel being crowned amid the mundane ruins!

Hovering above all the rubble she had blocked just now, she raised the tip of her radiant longsword and aimed it down at the figure standing firm in the raging airflow not far away,

Every "feather" on the white wings lit up with Elven halos of different colors,

Flames, earth, airflow, water, trees, sunlight, Lord of the Forest!

Resonating with the arcane arts engraved upon every illusory feather of the white wings, activating every ability she currently possessed, at the moment she raised her blade,

Seven rings flared before Elven Forest!

As though facing a typhoon head-on, with only the Tang Blade he had been holding left in his hand, his suit torn and covered in cuts and scrapes, his loose hair whipped into disarray by the violently converging airflow,

Fang Ran stood where he was, watching this scene, and heard Osphia speak again as her hair streamed behind her beneath Zero Knight White Wings:

"Sorry."

Why was she saying that?

Then, just as Fang Ran was about to lower his head and smile as he asked her that, he saw the struggle in her eyes. But in the end, she made up her mind and looked straight at him.

"I also think it's unfair to use something like this against you in a