Lead the other world.

The pale wind mists.

When the sight opens, Tia stands with the Devil's Sword Notos on one knee, breathing with her shoulders and putting her hands on the floor and a rugged look in front of her.

By contrast, Claire stands in a position slightly away from both of them that is intact and does not cause fatigue or fine dust.

So far, we have a battle that looks like each other, but in fact, the Ars and the others are just fighting each other as hard as they can and finally against Claire.

And to Claire's magical power, which exceeded their expectations, Ars had inevitably sheltered Tia, distorting her expression to the pain of running all over her body and accidentally kneeling down.

Furthermore, Claire has not changed her expression completely intact while directly attacking high-powered magic enough to become ground beef if she hits it directly if she is a regular person.

(Too strong... Not like this...)

As Ars fluttered but managed to get up, Tia backed Ars' body up aggressively, smelling like burnt and smoking out of the black clothes surrounding him.

"Can you move?"

"Oh, no problem."

Yes, if you recognize them and move, if your head works, you'll have no problem.

Claire closed her eyes and exhaled when she saw such a still-eyed flame of struggle.

"It's a good pair inside."

Then he slowly opened his eyes and stared at them with narrow eyes overflowing with gold and silver light.

"- But that's not enough. I've fought two stronger men than you. With those in the realm you can't reach no matter how hard you try."

The magic felt from Claire soars with that voice, and the whole room begins to blink in white.

Ars and Tia watched with their skin at the height of their overwhelming magic, and the alarm was ringing in their heads to flee quickly. But they couldn't move.

Even if he tries to bring it into melee to prevent it from chanting magic, an attack from the front can only last a few seconds while Als magically seals Claire's weapon on top of his already injured. And even if we keep our distance, we just have to keep preventing Claire's magic because there is no escape route.

Ahead of their gaze. The green and water rays of health magic overflow from Claire's body, which rapidly increases her own magic.

"" Mistral "

The moment I chant the magic, Claire disappears.

And what appeared in front of the two Ars was a giant tornado that spread over walls and ceilings and spread over a glass of sight enclosing massive kamaitachi and invisible fog blades that slowly chopped up their approaching counterparts.

Tia retreated in fear distorting her expression to Claire's magic, which was unleashed just to stab her in the stomach with the wind attribute, as she showed it to the two wind attribute users.

Neither one of us has enough magic or magic to fight this magic. Instead, perhaps only Weiner is among those now in Radatome who alone have the power to offset this Claire's magic.

With the walls of death slowly approaching, a hand one turn larger than the warm self gently envelops the right hand with Tier's demon sword Notos, trembling with fear.

"Ha... I would have liked to have stopped the captain a little more"

"Seniors..."

Next to Tia stood Ars laughing in self-derision.

"I don't think I've had enough time."

That's what I put on my hips, handing Tia a a magic back that was slightly overflowing with light from the gap.

Tia, suddenly handed over and received, looked confused, didn't know what it meant, looked up, and saw Ars' face and lost his words.

I've always laughed, and I've been making fun of myself and I've been upset, but I never throw up a gentle, weak sound.

Such an Ars was overflowing with tears from the edge of his eyes as he grinned.

"Take that and back off..."

"Shh, seniors...?

"Good to be able to fight next to Tia at the end"

"Mr. Ars!!

The wind wall will be imminent for a moment while the two of us do that, and in a few moments we will be swallowed up and dusted.

But Tia called the name of Ars with her lips trembling as she screamed without worrying about it.

Then Ars smiled and held Tia, who sadly distorted his expression in tears, and Tia, who was embraced, dropped the demon sword Notos from his right hand and left himself to Ars.

"You started and called me names...... Thanks, Tia."

And I gently stroked Tia's head, and one shrugged.

"I love you."

At the next moment, Tia, who had been stabbed with something, could no longer stand feeling paralyzed all over her body, holding the body from which Ars had been deprived of that freedom with his hands under Tia's knees and back.

"I'm sorry..."

That's how conscious I am, but Tia, who can't take one physical move, was carried to the wall of the room with Ars' magic back.

Then, stroking Tia's head, Ars took a big, deep breath before walking toward the impending wall of wind, mixing his own magic in his body and chanting the final magic together as he wrapped it around his whole body.

"" Stantime Tempest Seoul ""

And Ars, which became a pale storm, entered the walls of the wind with imminent immense magic, wind and fog blades.