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- Besides, I’ve finished all my prep work.
- Based on the results of my investigation, it would appear that the fire bat has a habit of completely ignoring finer, more delicate magic.
- From there, the rest is simple.
- “The skies are under my dominion. Engrave that knowledge in your flesh…within my birdcage of darkness.”
- I take the finely woven threads of magic I’ve been laying out across the dark sky and pour mana into all of them at once.
- The burning bat lets out an earsplitting roar.
- The threads have no mercy, and they’re slicing it to ribbons.
- A torrent of blood gushes from the bat’s body as it plummets.
- With a great tremor, it crashes into the ground.
- ***
- Then, a fireball comes roaring out of the sky.
- “Agh—!”
- It’s unclear who screamed, but everyone there leaps backward.
- Everyone but Mordred.
- When the fiery mass falls from the sky, it crushes his left arm.
- “Rgh—!”
- He contorts his body in an attempt to pull himself free.
- “What the hell even is this?!”
- He kicks the mass.
- It turns out to be a gigantic arm.
- A right arm, to be precise, thick and hideous and burning bloodred.
- Mordred wrenches his leg out from under it, then takes another look at the arm.
- “It can’t be… This is Ragnarok’s?!” he cries in shock.
- He stares at it, but there are no two ways about it. The arm clearly used to belong to Ragnarok.
- “W-well, it is just an arm. Losing it would hardly be enough to bring down the king of the Fourth—”
- Another fiery lump descends toward them.
- A terrible crashing sound booms out as it smashes into the ground. It’s a left arm just as grotesque as the right.
- Mordred reels backward. “This doesn’t make sense. Wh-what’s going on…?”
- ***
- Volume 4, Chapter 3
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