"This is impossible..."
Seeing Stelle take up the Flaming Lance, seeing the will of Preservation descend once more, Cocolia fell into a daze.
Bronya raised her head, looking firmly at her mother, who was now neither human nor ghost. "The will of Preservation has made its choice..."
But in the end, Cocolia still did not change her mind.
Just as Stelle had said earlier, at this very moment, what drove Cocolia's decisions had long since ceased to be Preservation or despair.
Now, the only things driving her were the Stellaron's seductive whispers and her own all-consuming arrogance!
"You know nothing of this world's plight... nothing of the end that awaits it!"
The Mother of Deception roared at them, her voice piercing their eardrums like the wails of countless banshees.
But Bronya answered firmly, "Even if we are destined for destruction, we will hold hands and bravely walk into that darkness-"
March 7th smiled. "No, with us here, that ending will never happen!"
Stelle took a deep breath. Now, Bronya's will was clear and firm, and Cocolia had made her own choice...
The Flaming Lance blazed in her hands as Stelle leaped forward and charged!
Flames scorched the earth, melting the windblown snow!
Everyone surged forward, charging at the Mother of Deception.
The Mother of Deception spread her hands, power surging. The freezing winds grew fiercer, and countless ice lances condensed out of thin air, shooting toward them!
Stelle planted the Flaming Lance before her, fierce flames burning along its shaft.
Ripples of Preservation spread invisibly, seemingly forming a barrier.
The barrier kept expanding, enclosing everyone, dispelling all the cold and intercepting the ice lances hurled by the Mother of Deception!
The next instant, Seele suddenly appeared behind the Mother of Deception, the girl's eyes now scarlet!
Countless cutting edges slashed