BOOM! BOOM BOOM!
Mountains trembled, the ground shuddered—Tenra's giant warrior and Fenrir clashed in a battle that shook the world. The giant's violet blade carved arcs through the air, each swing stirring wind and thunder, hunting for the perfect moment to bring the savage wolf down.
Fenrir was relentless, leaping and dodging, waiting for the slightest opening to strike. Then, with a flash of predatory light in his eyes, Fenrir made his move—he didn't dodge. He lunged straight at the descending blade.
CLANG!
The sound rang out like steel on steel. Fenrir's jaws—God-Slaying Fangs, infamous for shredding any defense—clamped down on the violet sword. With a brutal twist and a chorus of snapping cracks, the blade shattered, raining fragments across the battlefield.
Loki's laughter echoed, sharp and cruel. "Hahaha! In the face of Fenrir's God-Slaying Fangs, your Sacred Gear is nothing but a toy! Go on, Fenrir—kill them all!"
Fenrir bared his teeth in a disturbingly human grin and charged, every muscle coiled for the kill.
"Not so fast!"
Tenra forced the giant back, Raynare and Rossweisse firing spell after spell to slow the wolf's advance. Black spears and enchanted arrows filled the air, but Fenrir plowed through—unstoppable, closing in for the kill.
"Water—unleash!"
From her perch atop the giant's head, Undine's eyes flashed. A vast magic circle bloomed before them, and torrents of water erupted, surging forward in a tidal wave.
Fenrir was swept up, tumbling backward in the flood. Loki, clinging to Fenrir's head, was left soaked and fuming.
"Damn you, woman!" Loki spat. "Fenrir, you take care of that brat. I'll deal with the meddling girls!"
He vanished into the sky, leaving Fenrir to focus on Tenra.
Tenra's lips curled in a knowing smile—exactly what he wanted.
"Raynare, Rossweisse, Undine—keep Loki busy. I'll handle Fenrir!"
"Understood!"
The three shot upward, forming a triangle around Loki, boxing him in midair.
Tenra summoned his power—another violet blade materialized in the giant's grip.
"Come on, Fenrir. Let's finish this."
Sköll roared, fury burning in his veins.
A proud son of Fenrir, a warrior bred for blood and battle—Sköll had never feared angels, devils, or gods. He was born to tear throats and taste victory.
But today, he was being hounded by a pack of devil girls.
These shameless devils—cunning, relentless—attacked from every angle, refusing him a fair fight. They weren't warriors; they were tricksters.
Blood dripped from his wounds, each one stoking his rage. Sköll felt his strength fading, his life slipping away. At this rate, he'd be worn down and killed.
He didn't fear death. But he couldn't accept it—not without taking at least one of them with him.
"Xenovia! Irina!"
"On it!"
The two sword-wielding devils leapt toward him, blades raised. For a moment, Sköll was almost glad—finally, they would face him head-on.
He would bite them to death. No more running.
But as he lunged, wild instincts screamed danger.
"Excalibur!"
"Durandal!"
Holy swords gleamed, spiritual energy swirling. In Sköll's horrified gaze, two massive blades crashed down.
"ROOOAAAR!"
Agony ripped through him. His body, so strong, felt like it was being carved apart.
Desperate, Sköll tried to rally for one last stand. But then another devil appeared—Rias, crimson energy sphere in hand.
BOOM!
The explosion shattered him. As his body crumbled, Sköll's final thought was a howl of rage and regret.
WHOOSH… BOOM BOOM!
Across the battlefield, Hati unleashed a barrage of magical spheres, jaws dripping blood.
Tsubasa and Tomoe had already been forced out of the fight, their wounds too severe—Asia worked frantically to heal them. Tsubaki, Reya, Ruruko, and Momo—freshly returned—fought on, battered but unbroken. The odds were against them, but none had lost hope.
Their King still stood. Hope endured.
Hovering above, Sona's silver-white battle armor gleamed, framing her slender form. She watched her peerage's struggle with icy calm, making no move.
"Sona Sitri, energy is ready."
Albion's voice rang in her mind. A flicker of emotion crossed Sona's cool gaze.
"Thank you, Albion."
She spoke softly, then gave her orders:
"Everyone, fall back!"
No hesitation—the peerage retreated instantly, clearing the field.
Sona raised both palms, channeling Albion's stored energy. Power surged, crackling between her fingers. She brought her hands down, unleashing a torrent of force at Hati.
"HAH!"
A beam of raw energy tore through the sky, slamming into the wolf.
Hati's body—built to resist magic, immune to most attacks—could not withstand the sheer volume of power. The explosion obliterated him, reducing the demonic wolf to ash.
"Sona-sama!"
Pale-faced, Sona landed. Her peerage rushed to her side, awe and relief mingling in their voices.
She was their King. She was their Sona-sama.
"Recover your magic. Then, go support the others."
"Yes, Sona-sama!"
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