His roar could be heard in the wail of sorrow.

Tears flowed from his eyes along with anger, fueling the void as if he just couldn't accept reality.

The current Virum doesn't have any of his usual calmness, it's as if he's looking at a different person.

''Brother Vee, no...!

A black rush of magic begins to flow out of the Virum.

It's a prelude to the annihilation that happened many times when he was a child.

I've lost control of my reasoning, and the vast amount of magical power that could be described as abnormal is uncontrollable and dripping out of my body.

Is it broken? Even though I love you, it's only a matter of losing a woman. As I thought, the faith of a spirit animal is too heavy for a human being.

"Don't talk to me like that! Brother Vi loves his family more than anyone. Mel is family to Fu and his family. There's no way I'm going to sit back and relax when my family is taken from me!

In a complete reversal of the previous situation, Foumill is eating at Hartshan, who looks down on Virum with a disdainful gaze.

''Meldina is a lucky person. The spirit beast-sama calls you his precious family.

However, the person in question didn't seem to have any intentions at all, but rather looked at Fumil with eyes that seemed to be looking at something smiling.

Seeing those eyes, Foumil reflexively made his body tense up.

From the way Hartsang spoke, there was no doubt that he did not hate Meldina.

The act of burying the one he held dear to him for the sake of gaining power, that sentiment was something that Foomir couldn't understand.

''━━? Brother Vee!

In the meantime, the black magical power that overflows from Virum's body is gaining momentum.

Fumil clings to him in an attempt to quell it, but the magic power does not seem to stop running amok.

(What should I do, what should I do? How can I help brother Vee?)

He desperately tried to think of a solution, but his impatience got in the way and he couldn't think of a solution.

''Spiritual beast-sama, that one can't be saved in the meantime. Come here before his magic power goes out of control. I will protect you, my spirit animal.

No, it won't. No, no, no, no. Hu Hu will save you.

Despite the critical situation, Hartshan frowned when he saw Foumill, who did not seem to give up.

There was another reason why she didn't give up even in this situation, besides the fact that Virum was an important family member.

That was back when Fumil was still a spirit.

When she was deeply wounded and almost gave up on the idea that she would not be able to save herself in the future, she saw Virum risking his life to save her, and she felt strongly that she wanted to be like him.

(If we fail, we all die. Fu, Mel...and brother Vee. But I will save them, I swear!)

Determined that it was his turn to help, Fumir slowly closed his eyes and began to focus his mind.



━ ━ ━ gentle soul, ━ ━



I think of my beloved brother and have a strong desire to help him.



I wish thee well.



Deeply aware of the resonance (link) with the vilum, the path that connects it slowly and significantly widens.

Naturally, if you do this, the amount of magic energy flowing into you will increase, and what was supposed to be a pleasant sensation will turn into a painful one, but it's no big deal.



I'm going to tell you the truth.



''Master Spiritual Beast! What the hell do you think you're doing? Please stop!

Harzang, who was always expressionless, seemed to be calling out something with an unusually surprised look on his face, but it didn't reach Húmir's ears.



'Thou shalt mingle with my soul, and I shall give thee all I have.



She says her own name as she feels her body melting.

She speaks her own name, her true name, as she and her beloved brother become one.



Advent, Fusion, White Wolf Princess, Atmosius.



At that moment, a violent tornado was born from underneath Virum and Fumil's feet, enveloping each of them with each of the thunderous black magic power that poured out.

The two tornadoes began to follow the same trajectory, sometimes colliding with each other as they moved through space in all directions.

Eventually, it became a single tornado with a huge swell and landed on the ground, scattering the dust around it.

In the midst of the tornado, which popped with a sound like a balloon breaking, stood Vilm, dressed in white.

The hair is dyed pure white, which is symmetrical to its usual color, and the eyes, which used to be like black pearls, have changed to a shade reminiscent of emeralds, with ears that stand upright on the head and sharp, extended claws that shine like swords on both limbs.

It didn't seem to have lost its reasoning from earlier, and its calm eyes caught Hartshan's.

''...This is the fusion with the spirit beast-sama that they were talking about, right? Even though I actually saw it with my own eyes, I still can't believe it.

At the scene of too much, Hartshan is sweating coldly.

There was no room in his expression for the time before, and even his fingertips seemed to be trembling, if only slightly.

("Fu, I'm sorry. Thanks to you, I was saved thanks to you.")

("Hmm, if you're back to normal, no problem. All we have to do now is save Mel. Let's all go home.")

("....Oh, for sure, let's all go home together and take Mel with us.")

(Hmm.)

Meldina is not completely dead.

Then there is always a way to help.

When they fused, Vilm, who had regained his reasoning through Fumir's call, gathered his thoughts and began to act for the best.

'Hartshan, I understand your desire to protect the spirits. So I'll ask you one last time. Do you have any intention of returning Mel?

I can't...

Hartsang, who answered shortly, takes a stance.

'I see.'

When he heard the answer, Vilm leaned forward to match it.

''Aqualance!

Hartsang took the lead.

He saw that he was at a disadvantage if he was behind, so he attacked with a magic that he hadn't shown in the earlier exchange.

Three water spears appeared at the same time.

Is it because of the refraining from using a large magic that covers a wide area, or is it because of the concern to not involve Meldina?

The water spears that were released, each one drawing an arc and attacking Virum.

I'm sure you'll be able to find a way to make the most out of it.

It's not a good idea. I'm sure you'll be able to find it. Enchant Aero.

However, Virum dodges them with a light step, and as soon as he closes the distance between him and Harzang at once, a small tornado appears in his limbs.

A magic that makes his own body clothed in wind.

That's all, but it's a threat to Hartshan, who had cast a jutsu formula that nullifies physical attacks.

''Kuh? Frey...

Too late.

Wyrm's fist caught him in the abdomen.

Realizing that no, he couldn't make it in time, Hartshan interrupted one arm and escaped a direct hit.

''Guh!

However, even if he escaped a direct hit, he would not be able to escape the small tornado.

A number of lacerations formed on the arm that was used as a shield, and blood gushed out of the wound.

At the earliest, Vilm's attack, which was not an opponent for Harzang, turned into a mass of deadly weapons.

The expression of Hartshan, who had barely avoided a direct hit while sacrificing both arms from the rushes that were unleashed at an astonishing speed, crumbles greatly with pain and impatience.

''Foolishness........my hands and feet, which are empowered by the Elder Elf-sama, must not go unclaimed!

"...If I was alone, I'm pretty sure I would have been the one to lose.

In fact, if Virum had come alone, he wouldn't have been able to defeat those golems, let alone him.

''Impossible! If so, what did I sacrifice Meldina to gain power for! What did you pretend to be and leave your people to die! Are you saying that everything we've been doing to gain the power to protect you, Spirit-sama, has been for nothing!

From its half-crazed ranting, it's hard to imagine that it's the same person who had the luxury of time earlier.

He looks down at his arms, which are not likely to be of any use at the earliest, and his face is slowly turning pale.

'I'm not saying that the choice you made is wrong. But once you chose that choice, you and I had no choice but to turn against each other. "We're supposed to have the same desire to protect the spirits, though."

If Harzang had chosen differently, they would have had a future of fighting together.

A single choice had led their paths in a direction that would never cross.

''Kuhk, kuhk! Hahahahaha! I didn't expect you to sympathize with someone who is less than 20 years old. You are right, those who want to protect the spirit-sama are fighting each other. How ridiculous.

Suddenly, Harzang started laughing, and after a quick laugh, he sat there as if his entire body had been drained of strength.

However, despite the fact that he was in tatters, the atmosphere emanating from him was that of the chief of the High Elf tribe.

'Kill me, human,' he said. I can't say for sure, but Meldina's soul may yet be restored.

What did you say?

My soul and Meldina's soul have not yet mingled. I tell you that if you kill me and put Meldina's soul back into your body, you may awaken. I am ready. Now, do it with me.

As it is, Hartshan, who has turned his back on Virum, slowly closes his eyes as if to show his thoughts.

If that is the only means to revive Meldina, there is no reason why Virum would not choose it.

Haltsan, who felt the presence of Virum standing behind him, opens his mouth.

'I had no intention of asking for a human's name, but will you tell me your name in your last moments?'

...Vilm. My name is Wyrm-Servantil.

Wyrm, huh? I've been wanting to meet you a long time ago.

Me too. Harzun.

"Hmmm, hmmm. I'm a little baked, to be able to enjoy being called names by humans. If Meldina wakes up, just tell her I'm sorry.

I'll be sure to tell you.

So long, then.

After a beat, Hartsang's head fell off with a gurgle.

The expression on Virum's face as he was bathed in the spurting return blood was hard to describe.