The light faded.
High in the sky, beneath the black mist, there was nothing but drifting motes of light. They could no longer find Saint Anna's body or sense her presence.
Everyone present went pale in an instant.
The Self-Binding Angel staggered back several steps, her mind going blank.
"You killed her..."
In that single instant of contact, that single exchange, everything had been decided.
She had never imagined he would actually do it, never imagined he would abandon his previous approach and strike to kill. Or rather, even though both the Colossus and Silver Fantasy had confirmed that he was not Lynn, some doubt and wishful hope had still lingered in her heart.
That powerful intuition kept telling her there was something inexplicably familiar about this black-robed figure.
But now...
"You're not Lynn."
In that moment, bone-chilling murderous intent and regret blazed in her eyes.
"If you want a fight, then come on!"
An unprecedented killing intent swept through her entire body. She threw back her head and cried out, tears glistening in her eyes as she soared upward, the blade in her hand bursting into roaring flames.
"I'll fight you to the end!"
Buzzz-
That sword strike.
It carried a world-destroying divine radiance unlike anything she had unleashed since falling into Hell.
Those were the laws of light, a sword strike like dawn cleaving through darkness. The moment she swung, heaven and earth lost their color. Every Origin present retreated before that supreme killing intent, doing everything they could to withstand the terrifying aftershock of her strike.
The Black-Robed Figures' robes snapped in the wind.
He did not dodge.
Instead, he abruptly raised his head, his left hand tightening around his saber's hilt.
He faced the Twelve Wings Archangel charging through that world-destroying divine radiance, countless currents of