Dago abruptly raised his head.
Only an afterimage remained on his retina.
Yet he saw a chain formed from pure white beams pierce through layers of space.
Countless tiny runes were inscribed upon the chain, each one gleaming with sacred radiance.
It suddenly coiled around his body.
"Zzzzzz—"
The chain collided with the frost protecting his body, erupting in thick white smoke.
His mind trembled violently. Within his consciousness space, the six Soul Crystals let out a string of cracking sounds.
The cracks were widening, and the collapse was accelerating.
He felt as though something had tightly bound him.
It was not merely a physical restraint.
Moreover, this restraining force seemed to affect not only his body and will, but his soul as well.
His thoughts slowed, his killing intent was forcibly suppressed, and even his soul trembled.
"Mind Chain."
An indifferent voice rang out, like the judgment of a god.
From the shattered black bottomless vortex, a majestic figure riding a Two-Winged Unicorn charged forth.
The unicorn's wings were snow-white, and every flap stirred a sacred storm.
Gale held an ancient lance covered in glowing runes, its tip aimed directly at Dago's brow.
He wore silver armor, his features cold and stern as his icy gaze fell upon Dago.
It was the gaze one reserved for a dead man—or an heretic awaiting judgment.
And high in the air behind him,
Michael, whose figure almost completely overlapped with the crowned golden phantom behind him, stood firmly in front of Vicky.
[Despair Winter Dragon's Devouring of Heaven] had been pierced through by him.
That strike had been precise and fatal, directly severing Dago's connection to the spell.
At that moment, a complex and profound golden rune emerged on Michael's brow.
The rune slowly revolved, radiating a majestic brilliance that no one