Sky Striker Ace, But Symphogear

"Is that... Senior?"

Chris shifted her gaze and saw it.

Bright Mirror's reflected light illuminated the battlefield, casting the shadow of everything from the pitch-black armor to the black-and-red greatsword onto the ground.

And at that moment, a short blade was firmly embedded in the shadow cast by that greatsword.

It was a ninjutsu Tsubasa Kazanari had learned through training. By projecting a blade into another's shadow, she could forcibly restrict their movements.

"...Ha, cough cough. Shirabe, Kirika, Tachibana, Kohinata, Maria... such grievous sacrifices must be matched by results worthy of them."

Lying weakly on the ground nearby, with only her upper body remaining, Tsubasa murmured with a bitter smile.

After being severed at the waist, her body had suffered devastating damage, and her consciousness had nearly faded away from those wounds.

Fortunately, the recovery provided by Relic fusion, and the restorative power of energy reconstruction, were remarkably reliable. Even with such injuries, they had kept her alive.

That was why she, having survived until now, could contribute her final strength at this moment when everything was about to come to nothing.

"Being cut in half is nothing. The will to protect others will not be extinguished by such a minor wound. The final blade... the blade that symbolizes victory... I will be the one to... cough cough... throw it..."

She coughed up blood, yet her will still maintained the effect of Shadow Stitch. With her final resolve, Tsubasa firmly pinned the blade that had shot into the sky to the earth.

At this point, through the near-heroic sacrifices of the Symphogear Singers, the pitch-black mech born from Brutality had finally lost every last trump card it had to resist. Then came light—brutal light, gentle light, grateful light.

The Divine Beast Mirror, the fiercest and gentlest Relic transformed through Kohinata