Chapter 62.1: Seasons Die Like That (3)
Cain raised his head and narrowed his eyes at Ballam.
Kwaaaang━!
Like a mythical warrior, Isoel fluttered her black wings and soared through the air.
Kwaang━!
And Credne, the gravity hammer, relentlessly pounded Ballam.
In a short period of time, it had already hit Ballam more than ten times.
However.
《Kwaaaah━!》
Ballam roared and recovered just as quickly.
As Cain watched and walked toward Ballam again.
Chuck━.
Someone grabbed Cain’s sleeve with weak force.
“Wait…… just a little longer, and Isoel will……”
It was Oleciren.
Her whole body was already drenched in sweat, and blood was trickling from her nose.
Perhaps she was struggling to maintain the witch’s power she had given to Asher and Isoel.
“Still, thanks to you and Isoel, I have a sense of how to attack. Step back.”
“You, again! That!”
Oleciren shouted, barely catching her breath. She knew what Cain was going to do and wanted to stop him somehow.
Thud━.
Cain pulled Oleciren’s desperate hand away from his sleeve.
And he reached out his hand and pointed it to the glowing head of Ballam in the distance.
Oleciren, exhausted, barely moved her body to measure Ballam’s height in Cain’s line of sight.
Kwaaaang━!
Even then, Isoel relentlessly smashed Ballam, and Ballam recovered.
“Do you see it?”
“……Is it getting smaller?”
Cain nodded.
Ballam was definitely still huge, but it was getting smaller each time it recovered.
“It’s not an infinite being. If we break it until it can’t recover, we win.”
“Even though Isoel is smashing it like this, it’s barely noticeable……”
Thud.
Oleciren collapsed to the ground.
She didn’t seem to have the strength to stand anymore.
At the same time, Isoel’s speed seemed to be slowing down.
It was certainly a great power, but it was at a disadvantage in this kind of prolonged battle. Cain put his hand on Oleciren’s gray hair.
“Call Isoel and rest. I’ll take care of the rest.”
Chin.
Oleciren raised both hands and grabbed Cain’s.
And with tired but still bright black eyes, she looked at Cain and said.
“Be strong. Huh?”
As if trying to help Cain in some way, like she had given strength to Isoel.
However, it was not transmitted to Cain.
“Shine brightly! Be perfect! Be strong!”
Cain smiled wryly and released her two hands.
“I’ve had enough of your heart.”
“Why doesn’t it work on you? Shine brightly━!”
Cain glanced back and forth between her black power and the black Sword of Despair, Agweska.
‘Perhaps it’s because of the sword.’
It would be impossible for Oleciren to exert more powerful witch power than the sword that Witch of the Horizon Primundi created out of despair.
“As soon as Isoel releases, give Asher more strength and help.”
At his words, Oleciren clenched both fists.
Like when she was helpless in front of Arthuan, her fingernails dug into her palms and drew blood.
She thought she had changed.
She thought she had to change.
But she was still far too immature to be by Cain’s side.
“……Okay. Please do your best.”
Any more whining would be meaningless, so all she could do was watch Cain’s back.
Wheeeee━.
Black feathers began to fall from Isoel’s black wings. At the same time, she turned Ballam’s gaze in the opposite direction.
Kung.
She landed.
As she landed, Credne shrank to its original size, and the black armor scattered. Finally, the wings scattered into feathers.
Isoel also looked terrible, as if she had used too much power.
“Thank you for your hard work.”
Isoel shook her head.
She instinctively realized that he had not followed Oleciren’s will. She straightened her posture and looked at Cain.
“It’s easy to dodge and attack, but no matter how much I hit it, nothing changes.”
Cain recalled the quest window he had seen earlier.
‘That’s why there was a time limit before tomorrow’s sunrise.’
If Ballam was not stopped by then, the land of Airian, which included Mount Qaclington, would suffer.
“I’ll finish it soon.”
Isoel looked at Oleciren, who was looking at Cain, drenched in sweat and blood, and said nothing for a moment.
Thump.
Then she put her fist to her chest and said.
“Yes, Lord Ethelred. I entrust this Airian to you.”
Thud.
Cain walked toward Ballam, leaving them behind.
Ballam, the Lava Devil, seemed to be even more enraged as Isoel, who had been whining, disappeared, and swung his fists wildly.
Hwaaaaaaaa━.
In its wake, a hot wind that seemed to burn the lungs blew everywhere, and lava flew.
‘If I can’t catch that, something even more terrible will happen here, right?’
Crack.
He gripped Agweska, the sword that would not break as long as his heart was not broken.
Kung.
Cain stepped out with his left foot.
He looked up at the boiling atmosphere and the unprecedented disaster.
Pajijijijijijijijijik!
The Pure White Thunderbolt began to burst from his purple eyes!
In an instant, lightning bolts burst from his whole body, emitting a bright white light that pushed away the darkness of the night.
《Krrrrrrr━!》
Ballam turned around.
Cain, who was starting to use the thunderbolt of ‘Winter’, was easy to find because he was dazzling.
Whoooooosh━.
Ballam’s two arms tore through the clouds and rose into the sky. They clasped each other in the air and then planned to strike down at Cain.
Winter of Night, Winter of Night.
A cold that would never melt, even in the heat emitted by Ballam. The places touched by the white lightning began to freeze little by little.
Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle, sizzle━.
The cold that fell from the distant black universe instantly cooled the surroundings.
The moment the scorching hell turned into a frozen hell.
[The future is being consumed.]
『Samhain’s ‘Winter’…… open.』
Cain smiled.
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