A fierce battle unfolded.

The clash between the one-armed Apostle of Temperance and Ellicia spread like a chilling storm inside the space where the Holy Sword lay dormant.

Ellicia distorted the space around her, expanding it vastly beyond what it had been before. She began to dismantle the walls, widening the area to make use of every available element.

• Crrrack!

She infused the armor on display with her emotions, turning them into puppets that moved at her command.

"Bring me that man's head."

Temperance was not idle either. He summoned forth his black magic, expanding his rules, …