The Titan Head, long past the limits of his endurance and consumed by fury, suddenly charged at the building. His savage power slammed into the invisible barrier, blasting countless bizarre fragments apart.
The pen in the room silently scratched across the parchment.
Its ceaseless, fragmented writing forged ever-changing great walls outside that little room.
This was probably their first true confrontation in all their history.
"Colossus, let's transform!"
Violent waves of psionics surged around Sir Awen like lightning. Gritting his teeth, he abruptly turned toward the calm Silver-Haired Girl beside him.
No matter what, this was the last time.
Whatever that Feather Pen was thinking, in these final ten minutes, they had to send him to another world, no matter the cost.
The two exchanged a solemn look.
Just as they had when they fought the God of Ten Thousand Machines together eight thousand years ago.
Raging flesh spread wildly from her body, while invisible psionics instantly rendered Sir Awen's body incorporeal. When they looked up again, the only sight left to stagger them was two giants piercing the clouds.
BOOM-!!
Blood-red streams of light flickered in the eyes of the enormous Colossus phantom. Her punch seemed to shatter reality itself, smashing countless spatial structures and making all of Dark Night City quake.
The Cyber psionic giant abruptly narrowed his eyes. Reality and dimensions twisted before him, instantly reflecting the scene inside Room [002].
From a higher dimension, he began shifting the entire room with psionics.
``` [Room 002 will be exempt from spatial and dimensional displacement to a certain degree. When subjected to a tremendous impact, the surrounding spatial structures will briefly become immune to physical attacks.]
[The effects of witchcraft and holy power will be dispersed on a large scale amid these changes. Room 002 will remain stable