Volume 6 Chapter 94 Confession. Last Time, I Made a Mistake in Cutting Off the Story
Ellie, who should have been unconscious, twitched at the start of a rare... no, her first incantation, which began with a question.
"'Shadow of the collective, which has devoured the true name and gorged itself on faith, answer my question. What do you seek to save in this chaos?'"
At the second question, Ellie's body left Randy's hands and floated into the air.
Randy had no idea what was going on, but this was Liz's preparation for the magic.
Before the main incantation began, she dared to ask both, limiting the upcoming magic to only Ellie and whatever was encroaching upon her.
By doing so, she would confront an opponent that even possessed a divine status.
Liz gripped her staff, and her hair shimmered with magical power──
"'The rain of blood, the wind of ash, the remnants of endless prayers...
The symbol guided by a hundred billion voices now wears a false crown.'"
Liz's incantation, as if each word was imbued with power, formed letters that gradually surrounded Ellie and Randy.
"'The past flowing in reverse, thoughts transcending time, a land of prayers dyed black...
The heavens fall, the earth dies, and people are trapped in distortion, wandering...
But──my eyes are still open.'"
The ridiculous magical power Liz poured into each word caused her body to glow, illuminating the dark room.
"'Behold! The true law sleeping in the dust.
This is the only will without blame.
In my name, I shall awaken it!'"
A colossal magic circle appeared, blotting out the entire floor ── glowing fiercely as it summoned the incantation, encasing Ellie and Randy in radiant light.
At the same moment, the scenery around them shifted.
The shimmering marble-like glow reminded them of when Liz and the others entered the Cave of Saint.
"'Break the wind! Thunder without sound
Slash the shadows!
The light that reverses back.
Say the name of the boundary ── this place is no longer here"
My name is Elizabeth von Braubelg!
I am the one who rewrites broken laws.
Hold your breath, clear your soul.
No need for divine messages without dialogue anymore──
Returning you to ash, back to your primal form.'"
The light intensified...
An overwhelming blaze that Ellie's body couldn't even look at without flinching, misty darkness swirling around her.
"Secret spell release──Pure Realm Creation──Philos Elyshion!"
The instant Liz struck the floor with her staff, an blinding flash erupted from the incantation and magic circle, engulfing Ellie entirely.
Even with her eyes closed, the brightness burned like her eyelids were set on fire.
It pushed out all that black mist ── every shadow clouding Ellie, every dark swirl escaping from her body.
When the light finally subsided, Ellie's form slowly slipped into Randy's arms.
As Randy embraced Ellie, Liz knelt, gripping her staff with both hands.
"Liz—"
Still holding Ellie, Randy caught Liz as she stumbled. With Ellie in his left arm and Liz in his right, Randy squeezed Liz tightly. "Nice guts."
"Sorry... I meant to purify and erase them completely."
Liz slumped, exhausted, but Randy shook his head, assuring her it was enough. After all, she'd expelled a being as powerful as Ellie's soul—a monumental feat.
"...Was I... of any help?"
"More than enough. Hell, you've always been useful."
Gently laying both women on the floor, Randy drew his greatsword from his magic bag, turning his back to them.
"Now it's my turn to show some guts."
In the fading edges of consciousness, what Liz saw over Randy's shoulder was the figure of the fierce thought-form she had banished from Ellie.
With his greatsword slung over his shoulder, Randy watched as a deep, inky mist slowly took on human shape before him.
As the mist cleared, it revealed a colossal woman clad in platinum ceremonial garb, a crown upon her head.
Yet in an instant, her robes blackened and rotted, oozing a thick, drooling ichor.
The crown transformed into one of thorns, blood streaming from her brow, and from her closed eyes began to flow tears of crimson.
"Impressive. Such concentrated malice..."
The existence born from defiling and reversing the sacred image of a Saint could only be described as pure, unadulterated evil.
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