In that moment, no more words were needed. The little fingers of their tightly clasped hands were still entwined with those stubborn threads. They had never broken.
Within the Vision Realm, the enormous Vertical Pupil struggled to rise, inch by inch, supported by countless tentacles.
He looked at the Clown, whose gaze was unsettled.
With difficulty, he rasped.
"He won't break that easily, unless you kill everyone he's attached to. But you've overstepped just like I did. You've entered the fray yourselves just like I did, and you've already defied that one's will! Let's see how you... clean up this mess!"
The Clown still held the Music Box in his hands. His eyes flickered, and then he slowly turned his neck, his expression somewhere between weeping and laughing.
There was no anger at all.
He merely raised his hand slowly.
In that moment, he saw the halo of authority.
It was like plucking a string in the air.
Twang-
In that instant.
The invisible threads controlling the Star Embracer in the void snapped at once. A pitch-black curse surged along those invisible threads toward the unseen distance.
Everyone across the battlefield suddenly heard a muffled grunt.
In an instant.
The endless flames burning across the horizon seemed to lose control, turning into a blazing rain of fire that filled the sky.
At that moment.
Every Doll on the other side of the battlefield looked shaken.
Black String Moon's expression shifted as well, but she quickly regained her calm. Only her speed had clearly increased considerably in that moment.
It was as if a dark voice had sounded beside her ear.
Telling her to leave.
But she said nothing.
Because they were almost there!
Their arrival had broken some of the Mechanical Church's restrictions over this area.
As long as...
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