The sky blazed.
Countless flecks of ash drifted over the battlefield. Everyone from Doll Manor was already here, space had been sealed once again, and countless mechanical units and flesh creatures had surrounded them.
All the dolls were battered and wounded, their bodies covered in the blood of those flesh creatures, yet they still stared fixedly at the countless mechanical units.
Black String Moon raised her head.
Ash fell from high above onto her face.
The countless threads hanging down from the black mist were like ribbons drifting through the firelight, fluttering and swirling in the wind.
Yet those fluttering threads had blocked a blow that would almost certainly have killed them.
Star Embracer's burning mechanical body stood upon the battlefield, his gaze cold and indifferent as he watched the threads descending from Dark Space.
He knew.
That Origin had entered the fray.
Only the Clown in the Vision Realm continued watching with an expression somewhere between laughter and tears, as though their intervention had stirred no further emotion in him at all.
"We have no intention of taking part in this conflict."
An emotionless voice came from above the dolls.
"My student once had some dealings with that child. Now that the debt of friendship has been repaid, please allow us to withdraw from this conflict. I can assure you that, from this moment onward, my people will have no further contact with him."
Black String Moon abruptly raised her head toward the voice. She opened her mouth, wanting to say something.
But soon, only a trace of lingering sorrow remained in her eyes.
But she knew.
This was already the limit of what she could plead for.
Her teacher would never stand in direct opposition to the Jailers for someone unrelated to them.
Everything lay silent.
But the