"[Dia Fratel]!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Bete's lips twitched subtly, turning his head and cursing under his breath,
"The battlefield saint's full heal, a complete healing!"
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An astonishing magic occupied a corner of the chamber, shaking everyone to their core.
The magic of the so-called [Dea Saintess,] who was said to be able to support and heal the entire frontline alone, was now emanating from the person before them.
Tione stared blankly, murmuring:
"This... this isn't a joke."
"This guy is a complete monster!"
Loki hadn't spoken the entire time, only stared with her red divine eyes, watching the dazzlingly brave figure. But... that faintly smiling mouth revealed her heart's hidden clarity.
"This child… even mastered this… Then there's nothing to worry about!"
Feeling the shoulder in her hand had stopped trembling, Riveria released Ais.
"Yes, he can definitely win."
The girl believed so, without a doubt.
No one knew what she was thinking deep down, or why she would accompany the team.
Almost as if her words had been a prophecy, the young man completed a healing spell just as the enemy was about to make another move.
Though still appearing battered, his severely wounded body was undoubtedly no longer in danger, and his combat ability remained intact.
Wiping away the blood that obscured his eyes, the young man's lips curled into a wild smile.
Clenching his fists tightly, he gazed up at the massive enemy.
"Hey, round two starts now, monster!"
"[Welcome the end! (Ragnarok)]"
"[Surtr!]"
A soft chant fell, and Fron charged straight ahead, grabbing the great sword in passing, leapt up, and swung down!
"That kind of attack won't work on the current floor boss. We have to restrict its movements."
"But... isn't that impossible!?"
"No, there's still a chance!"
Thanks to the endurance specialization of a Level 6, Fron's attacks were ineffective, but... they successfully held the enemy's attention.
Exerting all his strength and burning his ambition, Fron fought with everything he had, making his attacks swift and fleeting.
Faster movements, heavier blows, more agile actions, and a combat style full of rhythm.
"He's... attacking and retreating in one strike, trying to confuse it with timing?"
"But... his stats are totally inferior to the enemy's!"
"You're wrong, Tione. The enemy may be stronger, but you haven't forgotten the basics of super large-type monsters, right?"
"Captain, you mean, !"
"Yes, as long as we attack from its blind spots, there's no problem!"
Exactly. Fron was a textbook case.
So what if your stats are higher than mine? I just need to make your movements sluggish and strike from your blind spot.
This way, the initiative remains in my hands!
...
...
The deadly battle continued. The chamber trembled. Time flowed like a stream lost in silence.
This battle, capable of shocking all of Orario, had already lasted for eight hours.
With proper technique and strategic maneuvering, both sides maintained a delicate balance, gradually wearing each other down.
One after another, their supplies were consumed: "Healing Potions," "High-grade Healing Potions," "Advanced Mana Potions," "Dual-attribute Recovery Potions."
Until finally, the last elixir was used up.
At this moment, right now, Fron had no more retreat.
The highly intelligent Goliath continuously used its advantages to wear down Fron's stamina, and with his attacks ineffective and all potions exhausted, the situation seemed desperate.
But… was that the true state of things?
Fron, who held the initiative, maintained his suppression. For certain reasons, he was even gaining room to do something more.
Back on the surface, one would see nature's scenery.
The sky had darkened, the moon shyly hiding behind clouds, stars beginning to sparkle, night had fallen.
Almost simultaneously, the red-haired god laughed softly.
"The final act has begun."
"Loki?"
"It's already night, Finn!"
Hearing her cryptic words, everyone immediately looked toward Miss Alicia.
The elven lady took a finely crafted elven pocket watch from her chest and opened it silently.
The hands paused at 19:00.
Most understood, but some were still confused.
"'That' huh…"
"That?"
"Ah, it's time."
"It really is the final battle!"
Raul and Cruz were completely lost, not understanding, but could feel something had shifted in their companions' eyes.
--!?
A clear and graceful chant echoed once more through the vast chamber.
It was the signal marking the beginning of the final round of the deathmatch , and the countdown to the end.
"[Harbinger of the end, the white snow, ]"
"[Blow with the wind before the twilight , ]"
"[Closing light, the freezing land , ]"
--!
"This magic…" Alicia turned toward the Riveria, waiting for her to confirm the truth.
"It's my magic."
"Even Lady Riveria's magic…!"
Finn quickly analyzed the battlefield situation and soon understood Fron's strategy.
"So that's it… He's maintaining control while chanting Riveria's ice magic to restrict the enemy. Then..."
"It really is the best option available."
"We just don't know how long the enemy can be restrained!"
Then Bete cut in bluntly.
"Oi oi oi, is that the key point? Shouldn't the focus be on how this guy has been using Ais's enchant-type magic repeatedly, blasted off 80% of that idiot's (Lefiya's) magic power with a cannon spell, then followed up with the Dea Saintess's healing magic! And now he's using Riveria's cannon magic??? Does he have more spirit and mana than that idiot!?"
Loki giggled, throwing her arm around Bete's shoulder and whispered: "'The Reader': night time double mind, oh~ Bete!"
"..."
The suffocating answer nearly made Bete burst.
"Hahahahaha, doesn't it remind you of someone's beastification under the full moon?"
"Shut up!"
Indeed, 'The Reader' and Bete's 'Howl Under the Moon' had similar activation conditions, one activated at night, the other on a full moon.
Meanwhile, in the midst of prolonged intense combat, Fron felt the surging recovery speed of his magic power. The long-prepared plan had finally begun!
Fron's stamina was decreasing. But did the Goliath not suffer losses too? Impossible.
In its current state, Fron was 100% confident, even Riveria's first-level spell could restrain it!
Then, it was time for annihilation.
"[Blizzard, the three severe winters - my name is Alf.]"
"[Wynn Fimbulvetr!]"
Under the intense gazes of dozens, Riveria's magic, belonging to the strongest mage in the city, was completed!
"Whooooshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The final winter wind froze the ground, froze the walls, froze the chamber, and froze everything in sight, including Goliath!
The giant ice sculpture over ten meters tall, swinging its arm, face twisted in rage, was frozen in place, so lifelike it drew sincere awe from everyone.
"It still has a pulse, it's alive!"
Ais clenched her hands tightly, heart pounding uncontrollably.
An unexplainable tension filled everyone's bodies as they watched the young man, their hearts full of hope.
Hoping that the young man would create a miracle.
As if answering their expectations, the young man plunged his chipped and nearly broken great sword into the ground, spreading his arms.
He gazed up at the massive monster, seamlessly connecting a second wide-area annihilation spell.
"[Soon, the flames shall be released , ]"
"[Creeping warfire, inescapable devastation.]"
"[The horn of war sounds loudly, heralding the brutal chaos of war, O crimson flames , ]"
"[Merciless blazing fire, thou art the incarnation of inferno, sweep away the legions, and bring the great war to an end.]"
"[Burn everything down, Sword of Surtr, My name is Fron!]"
As his chanting grew more impassioned, terrifying magical power erupted, shaking the very ground!
Glittering motes of mana gathered around him, forming the eye of a storm.
An incredible surge spread through the entire chamber, warping the very air!
"[I pour all my spirit and mana into this blow,]"
"[Ignite my ambition, answer my comrades' hopes, and offer everything I have,]"
"[Grant me a miracle!--]"
"[Advanced · Sword of Victory (Rea Laevatein)]!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"