"Damn Fallen Angels—just die already!"
Dodging a barrage of light spears, the man sprang into the air, unleashing a volley of shining arrows at the trio of Fallen Angels.
Fallen Angels wielded light, but they feared it too. Mittelt and Kalawarner darted aside, but Raynare just scoffed, spinning her own light spear to deflect the arrows, then hurled it straight back at him.
His eyes went wide—midair, nowhere to run. He could only watch as the spear struck.
"AAAH!"
The scream echoed as the spear punched through his shoulder, pinning him viciously to the ground.
"Kill me… Just kill me… Our lord will avenge us!"
Raynare descended slowly, blood trickling from the man's mouth, but not a hint of fear in his eyes.
Unmoved, Raynare stomped his head into the dirt. Spare me your talk of lords and vengeance. If you weren't still useful to Master, I'd have finished you off already.
Elsewhere—
"Tch, this Sacred Gear is a pain. Excalibur!"
Fed up, Irina unleashed Excalibur Destruction's power. Her sword flared, morphing into a massive blade of light that slashed toward the shadow-wielding Sacred Gear user.
"Shadow Curtain!"
Panic flashed across his face as he threw up a wall of darkness.
The luminous sword vanished into the shadow—then burst out from Xenovia's own shadow!
"Durandal!"
Startled, Xenovia swung with all her strength, intercepting the attack.
BOOM!
A shockwave tore through the air, sending both girls spinning. They flipped several times before landing, winded but upright.
"Irina! Are you trying to kill me?!"
"Ahaha… Sorry, Xenovia! Didn't mean to!"
Xenovia's shout was met with Irina's sheepish grin.
"Holy Sword users, you may be strong—but you're powerless before my ability," the sunglasses-wearing man crowed, relief giving way to smugness.
His shadows could reflect any attack. As long as they kept their distance, he was invincible.
"Oh? Mind if I give it a shot?"
Before Xenovia or Irina could retort, a new voice drew everyone's attention—Yubelluna, gliding over after clearing out the wraith cannon fodder.
She conjured several dark violet magic spheres, flicked her staff, and sent them streaking toward the man.
He snorted, unimpressed. If his shadows could handle legendary Holy Swords, a handful of magic orbs were nothing.
He raised another shadow curtain, letting it swallow the orbs—ready to launch them back from another shadow. But then his face twisted in alarm.
BOOM!
A distant, thunderous blast. The shadows he commanded splattered like spilled ink. He went pale, coughed blood—and collapsed, unconscious.
"No way…"
"Whoa, that actually worked!"
"As expected of Tenra's Queen. Thanks, Yubelluna!"
Irina and Xenovia cheered. Yubelluna offered a modest smile.
His shadow could reflect anything—a real headache. But what if the explosion happened inside his own shadow? She'd tried it, and it worked.
BOOM!
High above, a crimson magic orb collided with a massive fireball. The last Sacred Gear user tumbled from the explosion, blood spraying.
A streak of light, and Rias landed, resplendent in her battle armor.
"Cough… Not bad—the Crimson-Haired Ruin Princess. I can't complain about losing."
"You didn't finish me off. You want my Sacred Gear, right? I know Tenra Kamiyo's power."
Rias dismissed her armor, not bothering to deny it. "That's right."
The man laughed, wild-eyed. "Too bad! I'd rather take it to hell than let you have it!"
Flames flickered in his hand—he was about to destroy his own Sacred Gear. But—
Crackle! Lightning flashed, striking him down.
"Aaaahhh!"
He screamed, eyes rolling back as he passed out.
"Ara ara, can't let you die before Tenra claims your Sacred Gear…"
…
"Finally over." Tenra stretched, letting his barrier fade.
"Tenra."
"Master."
Rias and the girls, unscathed, returned, dragging the three unconscious Sacred Gear users to Tenra's feet.
He nodded, wasted no time, and activated Sacred Gear Plunder.
Even unconscious, the men instinctively resisted. It only made it hurt more. Tenra claimed all three Sacred Gears with ease.
They weren't top-tier, but a gain's a gain—Tenra wouldn't turn up his nose at extra power.
He opened his hand. White flames danced across his palm—the black-coated man's Sacred Gear, Hands of White Flame. The stronger the host, the fiercer the fire.
The flames faded. A great bow appeared—Azure Light Arrow, from the glasses-wearing man.
Tenra drew the bow, loosed a green arrow. It split—hundreds, thousands—bursting like fireworks across Kuoh Town's sky. When the light faded, the clouds overhead had vanished, revealing a tapestry of stars.
He nodded, satisfied. A fine long-range weapon, with plenty of room to grow.
But of all three, Tenra's favorite was the shadow manipulator's Sacred Gear.
Shield of Dark Night—shadows that could absorb and reflect attacks. Sacred Gears were never truly fixed; with imagination, their potential was limitless. To Tenra, this one was a goldmine.
For example—
Tenra's shadow twisted, linking to Rias and the girls' shadows.
He pinched his own cheek—and watched as Rias and the others, bewildered, pinched theirs.
Wasn't this the "Shadow Possession Jutsu" from that ninja world? He tried it—and it worked!
"Tenra!"
"Onii-chan!"
Forced into such embarrassing antics, Yubelluna and the girls flushed. Rias and Ravel glared daggers.
"Haha… Sorry, sorry."
Tenra laughed, releasing control. Then he experimented further—
Jumping between shadows. Turning shadows into weapons. Using them as infinite storage, retrieving items from any shadow, anywhere.
Really, there's no limit—only what you can imagine. This time, he'd scored a truly phenomenal Sacred Gear!
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