In the Spirit Realm, amid the billowing fog.
Black Butler was drenched in blood. Half his body was a mangled mess, and his entire arm, shoulder and all, had been torn off by that devastating blow.
He breathed raggedly, in excruciating pain, dragging his grievously wounded body through the air as fast as he could.
Although he had forced himself to unleash his strongest strike at the girl with the Black Sword at the last moment, he dared not linger. He knew perfectly well that if that blow failed to kill the Divine Chosen, then, judging by the terrifying recovery speed he had displayed earlier, he would regain his fighting strength in no time!
"Damn it! How is this possible..."
He clenched his teeth, cold sweat streaming down his skin.
And he had rarely seen anything like those tentacles rampaging all over that body. Not because no creatures in the Spirit Realm attacked that way, but because almost all those that did were twisted creatures of Utter Darkness!
But wasn't he the Valkyrie's Divine Chosen?!
More importantly...
He had actually broken through the onslaught of ten thousand blades with sheer physical strength. That meant his body was already as strong as the weapons reinforced by his eighteen [Armament] sequences! Even someone with two Origin Substances and eighteen fully developed [Flesh] sequences should have struggled to accomplish that.
"Could he have fooled all of us? Could he actually not be that Valkyrie's Divine Chosen at all... but something else in disguise?!"
He trembled all over.
But once that thought surfaced, it took over his mind and refused to let go.
Just then...
A violent sonic boom erupted behind him, and he suddenly felt a powerful presence lock onto him.
"No!"
His pupils contracted, and his expression changed.
The moment he looked