The space distorted.

－Crackling sound.

The sound of a chapter of long-standing vengeance drawing to a close began to echo in my ears.

Mikhail readjusted his grip on the Holy Sword, and I, too, tightened my hold on the demonic sword as we stared at the distorted space.

We didn’t know who would emerge.

Would it be Temperance, who had abandoned his humanity out of greed? Or would it be Ellicia, who had waited decades for this moment? We couldn’t know. All we could do was hope for Ellicia's victory, as that was our only option.

-Crackling sound.

Who would …