This time, even at the risk of taking initiative, she must stop that madwoman Sigrid from tearing down Piercing Cold Hall further.
...
Amid the collapsing floating ruins of Blood Moon City, Hyperion and Ulysses' battle continued.
Hyperion's figure darted through the debris and shattered walls, moving so fast her trajectory was almost impossible to track.
"Sigrid... thank you."
Hyperion could not fathom why the Bishop of Hegemony had become so frenzied in response to her crisis.
To her surprise, she could hear the situation on Sigrid's side through Abigail's communications.
Hyperion could vaguely feel that Sigrid genuinely cared about whether she lived or died.
Since Sigrid was fighting so desperately to defeat Heratier swiftly, Hyperion knew she absolutely couldn't hold Sigrid back—she must not lose to Ulysses first.
By now, Hyperion had completely unleashed the power within her, her body shrouded in dense purple mist, surpassing her original physical limits entirely.
