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Ldolza watched the fire gather in the beast’s maw, unable to move. The blow from the mid-sized Beast-Devil had been true; several ribs were shattered, and her internal organs felt as though they had been crushed into pulp.
One more strike… just one more…
As she struggled to command her Blitz units with the last of her strength, a repulsive screech tore through the plains. A gold-inlaid dagger was buried deep within Girelgal’s glowing red eye.
“Ah, still breathing? Don’t overdo it now, dear.”
The voice was familiar—leisurely and drawn out. Out of the smoke stepped Mousel, her sun-kissed skin contrasting sharply with her white Vision-Seal.
“Mou… sel…” Ldolza choked out, clutching her heaving chest.
“Up we go! Can you fly? …Guess not.” Evading a downward swipe of the beast’s claws, Mousel scooped up the blood-drenched Ldolza. The girl was limp. The moment Mousel touched her, she sensed it through her Aetheric Empathy: Ldolza’s Divine Pulse was nearly extinguished.
“Well, now. I can’t outrun this thing while carrying you. Looks like we’re at a bit of a dead end,” Mousel muttered, wiping sweat from her cheek as she used her psychokinesis to push back a wave of dragon-fire. Around the furious Girelgal, the earth was scorched bare.
“…To the… right…”
Ldolza’s voice was a mere thread, yet it thrummed with a terrifying will. Or perhaps, pure obsession. Mousel decided to bet their lives on that nameless emotion.
“We’re slowly dying anyway. Let’s give ’em hell.”
Holding Ldolza tight, Mousel surged into the air, spiraling toward the beast’s blinded left side. For a heartbeat, Girelgal lost sight of them. The harsh glare of the setting sun stabbed into the beast’s remaining right eye.
“Here we go! Make it count, Ldolza—I’m not quite ready to die yet!”
Mousel bared her honest heart as she flew headlong toward the gargantuan, draconic head. Ldolza gathered the dregs of her Divine Pulse, visualizing a single image: the teeth of her blade rending flesh. If not for this moment, why was I granted this power?
On the ground, the discarded Blitz units flickered to life and ascended like awakened ghosts.
“AAAAAAAGGGHHH!”
The twin chainsaws roared back to life, sliding into the small wound opened by the dagger. A geyser of wine-dark blood drenched the plains. Amidst the twin screams of girl and monster, the head of Girelgal was slowly, mercilessly, sawn in two.