Radagon did not launch any attacks while his children and the Shadow Beast retreated in defeat.
He remained mounted on his horse, standing where he was.
Rather than an enemy, he seemed more like a father testing how much his children had grown.
He was their father, after all.
Accompanying them as they grew, teaching them more.
Yet he had never had the chance.
In the end, he had failed them and their mother.
Now they faced one another with weapons drawn, and every child was trying hard.
He actually felt a trace of gratification. Seeing his children grow strong and hold their own still made him rather happy.
Even if they were enemies.
The thing was, it really was troublesome.
Holding back enough not to beat them too badly was somewhat difficult.
They were his own flesh and blood, after all. Pinning them to the ground and beating them within an inch of their lives still felt like going too far.
Especially since he still felt he owed his children.
Whatever else, he had not been a good father.
Then he would give them a beating first. At least until they could no longer resist.
-Just don't use too much force. It would be bad if I couldn't hold back and killed one.
Radagon worried about whether he might kill his children.
His children, meanwhile, were considering whether they could kill him.
None of them worried about using too much force. They all feared they were not using enough!
Radahn controlled everything he had lifted into the air and hurled it at Radagon.
This was something he had learned from fighting Godwyn: use all the material to form a ball and trap Radagon inside.
Then continuously compress it from outside with gravity, turning it into a peculiar gravity sphere