Bernahl, Hanwuna, and the others went pale and turned to run-they were not afraid to die in battle, but dying to friendly fire would be far too humiliating.
Radagon also noticed the "little thing" falling from the sky.
He raised his head, and at last, a trace of expression appeared on his shattered face-not fear, not surprise, but simply... attention.
Seeing that it was already too late to dodge, he simply stopped trying.
Boom!!
Radahn's full-strength Great Starfall slammed down, blasting up an enormous mushroom cloud. Bernahl and the others nearby experienced the most powerful shove of their lives and were sent flying. Even the allied forces farther away swayed and staggered, barely managing to regain their balance.
Rubble flew, and dust filled the air.
The impact gouged a crater several meters deep into the ground, with cracks spreading outward like a spiderweb. The entire space trembled, as though even the Erdtree had felt fear at that blow.
Once they had steadied themselves, everyone stared nervously at the battlefield.
We won, right?
After taking a hit that powerful, even a god should be dead, right?
The dust slowly cleared.
They saw Radahn's powerful body and flowing red hair. His twin blades had struck the ground, carving out a deep pit, and at its very bottom-
There was no one.
His ultimate missed!
Then where was he?
Where was Radagon?
Messmer, who had been silently watching the battle, suddenly spoke, his voice icy:
"Above."
Everyone looked up at his words-
And saw Radagon floating quietly in midair behind Radahn. Golden light radiated from his entire body, and the Elden Ring within him slowly revolved, emanating an inconceivable majesty. The golden runes within his cracks flickered, as though mocking the futility of mortals.
Once again, everyone understood one thing-
A god stood