The current moment had made Loki feel terribly painful. Perhaps it was because he had been able to fight the good fight so far, but the unnaturalness he should have noticed was hidden in the haze. There's a lot of strange things if you think about it calmly........
　How could I stand and fight so much in front of a monster that exceeded the S-rate? He should have been prepared to die, but when he opened the lid, even though he was unharmed, he was still able to counter it well enough.

　Perhaps she had underestimated the wonder that Loki had been able to stand until this moment.

　It couldn't be this level.......she knew from the beginning that she wasn't going to be able to add to it with her full strength.
　That's when Loki finally came up with the idea and ran through at full speed as if he was toying with his opponent. Let alone catching Loki's figure, only a long, thin flash of lightning was moving at an unusually high speed through space.

　The realm of divine speed - beyond the speed of perception.
　Leaving any demon behind, in a sense of urgency that doesn't allow for even a momentary error of judgment, a demon that doesn't move slightly, like a statue, is eerily reflected in the air.
　Regardless of how they appear, they duck everything and never miss an opportunity to counterattack for a moment.

　Concentrated consciousness was suddenly cut off and something squeezed into my body.

''Kah!''

　Following Loki's bitter cry, a heavy thumping sound resounded in the space "pocket". The waves of wind that spread like a ripple snatched away the pebbles and dust by the roots.
　An invisible wall fell from above Loki's head, which was moving at high speed, as if knocking off a small fly. A dull, yet guttural and raw sound rang out softly.

　Can it be accurately described as a wall of wind?
　This magic continues to beat the wind with tremendous force, a flying waterfall of wind, so to speak.

　As if being crushed, Loki was slammed to the ground.

　The wall of overwhelming wind buries the entire plunging body on the ground. A super localized [Loss of Providence (Downburst)]. The original 【Disappearance of Providence (Downburst)】 is a wall of wind that swoops down from the sky, so the area of interference is extremely wide.


　The large crater that was created by pushing into the ground was spread out around Loki. It crushed her body as it mishishyly cracked over the hard rock.

'Ahhhhhh......................'

　My head, my body, my organs are crushed.
　More load was applied, and then, boom, twice. The pressure was applied to crush my entire body.
　I can't even breathe, only blood drips from my nose and mouth.
　It was impossible to stand up. All I could do was wait to be crushed. I couldn't scream, I could only die with a single blow, helplessly dying.

　I could hear the voice of the body being broken. The skull creaked and the bones of the body seemed to be crushed.
　The pressure of the wind, which makes it impossible to move a single finger, brings death with it every second.

　I couldn't scream, and I couldn't breathe satisfactorily. My body felt like a rag, as if it were about to be torn into pieces, as if it were going to be crushed... Yet for some reason, the tears just kept flowing.

　This wind is what robs you of the strength to even try to resist. The difference in strength is overwhelming.
　There was no way I would have changed the outcome of my challenge against this horrible opponent, even if I had summoned all my courage. There is no way that an incomprehensible power, like the heroic tales of heroes, can emerge at the end of the game.

　There is no limit to what can be overturned by willpower, willpower and heart.

　I knew from the beginning that I was powerless. I couldn't forgive myself for being so helpless.
　It wasn't something Ars had said one day, but yes, it was surely similar to the cold words he would release in a harsh tone of voice to those who expected nothing less.
　"What a foolish thing for a weak man to show courage," he said.
　How empty are the dreams we see when we know they cannot come true.

　The unseemliness of the weak's bluster is not very funny.

　I guess they don't need the oaths of the weak that they have so despised for Ars, even for free.
　No one is buying the cheap sale of annoyance.

　Oh, wretchedness. Wretched self-indulgence. Wherever it goes, for whomever it's for, it's fundamentally just ego.

　If you've accomplished nothing, then this action is just plain stupid.

　Still, he plunged himself to the bottom, and yet only one hope sustained Loki - or maybe this was selfishness.
　Faintly, his fingertips scratched on the ground against the pressure.

(I don't care if I'm still ... selfish ... I don't care if they call me an idiot.

　So whoever it is, I will help him.
　I'd give my life to help him.
　I'll sell him as much trouble as I can.
　The voice that leaked into my heart was squeezed out like a tearful voice. The tears turned red as they mingled with the blood, and my secret thoughts rushed through my mind like a running lamp.
　Even if it's wrong, it's okay. Even if it's a wrong path, you just have to push forward with all your might.

　You don't have to think about the mess. From the beginning, Loki has been wishing for neither for Felinella nor for Ars, but for himself.
　That he would give this life only for him. A vow he had made to himself.

　He just gave a good physical reason why the process was for Felinella's sake.
　I wanted to help her, and it wasn't all lies. If he was lying, would it be to himself?

　How many times do I have to remind myself that I'm weak.
　Loki mocked himself for his foolish and despicable nature.

　I should have carried on with my ultimate selfishness....
　I'm not afraid of death, I've already experienced what I'm really afraid of. Compared to that, even evil can taint me.

　So I guess it's for my own good after all. Because I've learned something really scary.

　I'm not going to be able to get rid of it.
　With an output that could be called total magical power, Loki simply released electricity. As if he was in a thundering cloud, he replaced the magical power called magic power with a system and became the source of lightning that could not be called magic.

　It repels the pressure of the wind and resists it with all the strength it can muster.
　In the midst of the lightning that enveloped Loki's body, she unconsciously lifted her thrusting arm off the ground and raised her upper body. She slumps down between her legs bent in the shape of a C and sits down with a flop.

　His figure was eerily indifferent in the silence, as if time had stopped.

　In the center of the room, where lightning filled the room, creating a tremendous spark - in the center of the space that enveloped Loki and was dyed white - only her open twin eyes were looking straight at the demon as if she were floating. How comfortable it was to transcend the various constraints and break through the barrier of reason.

　How pleasant it is to transcend the various constraints and break through the barrier of reason.
　Beyond the fear of death, broken and madly in love.

　I really like the idea of not taking care of myself...I love it.

(I can't save her from this period of time because it's happiness that fills my heart...)

　Huffing, his mouth filled with a smile. There was no meaning to the overflowing smile of self-mockery.
　In other words, being able to rewrite directionality by the black wind means that most magic would not work against that demon. It's difficult to maintain information strength with a power of Loki's level.
　To begin with, there is no way to win against a demon with the amount of information in magic. That's exactly what we can't consider those who are called single magicians in the same breath.

　However, even so, it is also magic to be able to bridge the gap in power.



　An unconscious outburst of thought. She was rarely aware that she was speaking, and the taste of iron in her mouth meant that there were few places in her body that were already functioning properly.

　Even if her body was almost shut down....yes, only the filled thoughts of her mind would not fade away.

　The demon that had been imitating Felinella hadn't even moved from the spot even once since the battle began.
　The cool mouth, which was reminiscent of a playfulness of leisure, was no longer the ripped mouth from earlier.

　Naturally, there should be no throat or vocal cords in the shapeless mouth. And yet, the gesture of moving his mouth in a bizarre movement seemed to imitate the movement of our mouth.
　There is no sound, let alone emotion, emitted. There is no such thing, but the gesture gave the impression of a faltering baby learning by imitating its mother's mouth and listening to her voice.


　While sitting down, Loki turns his sharp eyes to the monster as if he were shooting through - leaving a trail of blood tears.
　He weakly picks up 【Gekka】, which plunges into the ground, and fills in the overwhelming gap in power at once.

''Trace--Fushii!

　Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
　However, Loki's arm did not lift even a twitch. It's not due to damage, if you only lightly raise your arm.......

　As if to answer Loki's wondering, the arms were pulled downward - both arms.
　I looked down at the sensation of being pestered by a child.

　Before I knew it, there was a small face there, a thin outline emerging from the black wind. Vague recognition, as if he had found something face-like in the smoke.
　It was an uncertain sensation, like the shape of a cloud resembling an animal, but what Loki instantly associated with was a "child".

　In the black wind, parts such as eyes, nose and mouth may just happen to be painted black.
　However, the silhouette that emerged was a small one that could be called a child.

　The two children created by that wind pulled Loki's arms.

''--!

　I felt like I was smirking.
　It could be said that at the stage of grasping, no, Loki no longer had any will to continue fighting.
　The analysis of magic was also a thought to be incorporated into his tactics beyond that, so to speak. Loki, who threw that away, has no further to go than this.
　The top priority is the activation of unavoidable magic.

　Even without arms, as long as he can move his mouth--.

[Fushikazuchi]!

　It's the absolutely inevitable magic of one of the thunderstorms that is emitted with a shout that resembles an angry voice.
　At the same time, the black wind in the shape of a child tugging even harder on Loki's arm.
　It was only a moment.
　I'm not going to be able to say that I'm not going to be able to do anything about it. As the buzzing sound of something was being pulled and torn to shreds.

''A lot of people are getting hurt...................''

　A scream that seemed to run through all of this hierarchy echoed through the air.
　My brain is filled with pain. The intense pain turns into a dull ache, short-circuiting my brain and abruptly cutting off my voice.
　The light of consciousness that dwelt behind his eyes faded and stained his arms with a great deal of blood, and Loki fell down with a bang.

　The thin lightning bolt from the Fushikazuchi disappears as soon as Loki's consciousness is cut off.
　It disappeared as if nothing had happened.
　No, strictly speaking, it had been activated. Because the next time the [Fushimei] appeared, it was indeed approaching the demon's body.

　The fallen Loki would not see it.
　The 【Fush Lightning】 that had invaded the demon's interior was ejected with a number of sparks, as if it was being driven out.
　Everything was left to the senses, the end of 【Fush Lightning】.

(Played.........................played out.)

　It was not a conscious word.
　Loki's fallen vision was a blur, and every moment a curtain descended on his vision, like the sun setting into the night at dusk.

　In the midst of it all, Loki did indeed see him.
　He came in late, and I saw his exhausted face.
　I am sure it was his face calling my name.
　I was a little happy that my name was uttered by the movement of my mouth.
　And I think.....

　-- You can't regret it if he gives you that look, can you? I'd just do the same thing again.

　Even if it's a wrong choice, I'm selfish enough to accept it.
　But even if it's wrong, if you look at Ars's face now, Loki will still keep repeating the same mistakes over and over again.