Land and People

But there were no ifs in this world. Even though he had already rated Kuina's strength highly enough, he had never imagined that this blue-haired woman could nearly kill him with a single slash.

If his Mantra hadn't been so powerful, sensing the danger in advance, and if he hadn't been in his elemental form, fast enough to shift his body slightly, he might already have been a corpse.

Yet even though he had avoided a fatal wound, the gash that had nearly cut him in half and the blood loss left his body screaming in agony every time he moved.

If he kept fighting like this, no one else would need to do anything. His own body would give out first.

After all, willpower sounded like something that could keep a person going for a long, long time. But once the body truly reached its limit, forget willpower—even a real god showing up would be no use.

He had initially thought those spatial rifts really were tears in space. But as the battle dragged on, he realized that the wind blowing through them felt familiar. And after watching closely, he thought he could vaguely make out the scenery outside.

Beyond those rifts lay his escape route.

As long as I get out—as long as I get out, I can definitely escape with the speed of my lightning form.

At that thought, he quickly hid the gleam in his eyes and returned to that seemingly detached expression. His body, however, kept edging toward a rift as he dealt with Kuina's slashes.

Almost there. Almost there!

I can already feel the real, natural wind brushing against my back.

Clang!

Suppressing the relentless cries of pain inside him, Enel used all his strength to knock Kuina away. Then his Thunder God body