Light Elegy

Deep in the temple, Sonic's face darkened despite the savage cracks covering his body. This was his domain, and once someone entered the temple, nothing could escape his senses.

Nikolayevich was closing in fast. In his current state, Sonic was no match for him. He needed more time—just a little would be enough.

"Damn it. I underestimated Nikolayevich and Hiddink. Their strength and hidden cards exceeded everything I expected," Sonic muttered to himself. "At this point, I may have no choice but to fight to the death. Succeed or die trying—there's no use agonizing over what I might gain or lose. The moment I chose this path to godhood, I left myself no way back."

At that thought, High Priest Sonic grew calm instead. His cracked face became more composed and resolute.

But conviction was one thing; he still had to deal with the problem in front of him, or his enemies would beat the shit out of him.

A fierce glint flashed through the green flames dancing in Sonic's eyes. "The risk and the price will be greater, but I have to pull my soul free early and possess the Divine Child. I can't delay any longer. Once I change bodies and assimilate Dicamoros's body, I'll be able to control the Heart of Nature and activate the Nature Titan. Then I'll sweep everything aside. Who could stand against me?"

Deep within the temple, the group entered a place shrouded in darkness, with only a point of light in the distance.

Hiddink studied the light, his expression grave. He soon confirmed, "Follow it. That's Nikolayevich's sixth-circle spell, Light Elegy."

With that, he rose into the air and flew toward it. The other Formal-Rank Transcendents who had entered followed close behind, afraid of falling back. If they strayed from the Legendary