Suspended midair, Rias and Sona's group felt a weight pressing down on them—heavier than anything they'd ever known.
This was just a match. They understood that. But watching their teammates fall, one by one, powerless to stop it—the sense of helplessness gnawed at their pride, leaving them hollow and hurting.
So this was Tenra's power. As an ally, he was the rock you could always trust. But as an enemy? He was despair incarnate.
"Rias, ordinary tactics won't work against Tenra Kamiyo."
Rossweisse's voice was calm, resolute. Her Valkyrie armor gleamed as she hovered above the group.
"I'm going to try forbidden magic. Cover me—just buy me time."
"Forbidden magic?"
Rias hesitated. Spells labeled "forbidden" weren't just dangerous—they were catastrophic. Even in a match, the risks were real.
Sona cut in, blunt as ever. "Rias, do you really think one forbidden spell will defeat—or kill—him? Stop worrying about Tenra and start worrying about us. If you can't even summon that much resolve, you're in no position to talk big about beating him."
The words hit home. Rias's doubts burned away.
She nodded. "You're right. Rossweisse, go. We'll hold him off—no matter what."
"Understood!"
Rossweisse shot skyward, magic swirling around her. Rias, Sona, and the others surged toward Tenra.
Tenra watched them from within Susanoo, lips curled in a faint smile. He'd seen their little ploy. But if they wanted to struggle, he'd play along.
"Still not giving up, huh?"
"Tenra!"
Rias unleashed a barrage—thousands of magic circles sprang up, surrounding Susanoo in a dazzling cage. Light flared, and all at once, the circles detonated.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Flames erupted, engulfing the giant in a sea of fire.
But—
The ancient mirror, [Yata no Kagami], shimmered. Its surface rippled into a swirling vortex, sucking every lick of flame into its depths.
Susanoo stood unharmed.
Sona followed up, summoning massive water beasts—each one roaring, jaws snapping as they lunged for the giant. Susanoo met them with contempt, slicing through the monsters like weeds. One swing, one kill.
Xenovia, Irina, Tsubaki, Bennia—each attacked in turn. Holy swords, long blades, death scythes—all crashed against Susanoo's armor. Not a scratch.
High above, Rossweisse worked in silence. Magic surged through her veins. She conjured tens of thousands of magic circles, each spinning, locking together, merging into a single, titanic array that blotted out half the sky.
"Rias, everyone—get clear!"
Her voice boomed, amplified by magic.
Rias and the others broke off, retreating fast, putting distance between themselves and the giant.
Rossweisse guided the colossal array overhead, positioning it directly above Susanoo.
Tenra looked up, whistling in admiration. "So this is Rossweisse's forbidden magic… Looks dangerous, all right."
He turned to Aisha, who stood quietly beside him. "Aisha, you should get out of here. It's about to get risky."
Aisha nodded, obedient as ever. Her form shimmered, dissolving into light as she teleported away.
The instant she vanished, Rossweisse's magic circle ignited. Light blazed. A pillar of devastating energy shot down, pure destruction unleashed.
BOOOOOOM!
The beam swallowed Susanoo whole, expanding outward, annihilating everything in its path.
Rias and the girls had retreated far, but the shockwave still caught them, hurling them through the air.
Cries rang out—panic, awe, disbelief.
Outside the dimension, the crowd gaped at the spectacle.
"Governor Azazel, are all Valkyries this terrifying?" the host stammered, voice trembling.
Azazel chuckled, masking his own shock. "Well, Rossweisse was Odin's personal bodyguard. She's top-tier, even among Valkyries—not everyone's like her."
Truth be told, Azazel's heart was pounding. That kind of magic could flatten even him. These kids were monsters—how was an old-timer supposed to keep up?
Back inside—
Rossweisse hovered above the battlefield, pale and gasping for breath. The forbidden spell had drained her; she wouldn't be casting it again anytime soon.
But the results were undeniable.
Below, the earth was gouged out—a crater nearly a kilometer wide. In its center, Susanoo was a wreck: armor melted, body battered, the indestructible giant reduced to a heap of slag. Even Tenra, usually hidden in the crystal at Susanoo's forehead, was exposed at last.
He laughed—a wild, unhinged sound.
"Rossweisse, I knew you were dangerous. That was a hell of a strike!"
But then—
"Not enough!"
Spiritual energy surged from Tenra, flooding the battlefield. Before their stunned eyes, Susanoo's ruined form regenerated—armor, sword, mirror, every piece restored in seconds. The titan stood whole and unbroken.
Rossweisse stared, blood draining from her face.
"No… No way…"
Despair settled in. Tenra was unstoppable.
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