295 - - price of victory

A silvery, full moon-like void appeared over the head of the master of the labyrinth.

The dazzling radiance overflowing from the void pours down like an icy rain on the monster that is about to wake itself up.

But just before the cold air reached the petals of the head, the spreading tentacles blocked its way.

The arms of the Flower King are instantly frozen white, but the silver light does not reach the head, which is the most important part.

"I'm closing in!"

Thor, who had cut his line of sight from Balconia, which was being engulfed by the flames of the red lotus, shouted briefly and ran.

He has already used up his , and if he wants to use his remaining , he must use to return.

However, the effect of the Moon Damage Iceblade is less than a few dozen seconds.

If the master of the labyrinth is not killed at this point, the chance of victory that his friends had risked their lives to create will be lost.

That must be avoided at all costs.

That is why we must devote all our strength to the master of the labyrinth now.

Thor made up his mind.

And if he has even a few breaths left in him, he can use to return his body to a burn-free state.

Thor casts away his unnecessary doubts at the sight of the water wizards rushing toward Balconia, despite the blazing flames.

"I'll take the right side, Raszel!"

"Yes, sir!"

from .

Instantly, Thor's figure fades away.

After a pause, only the trajectory of the white blade that has run away in all directions appears in the air.

And then, like a storm, the raging wind of the sword blows away the tentacles that have been cut to shreds.

Next, Razzel leaps up and swings his greatsword with a fierce wind.

A pleasant sound of severed flesh echoed through the air, and the tentacles, severed at the base, fell to the ground in a heap.

A rush of silver light reaches the petals of the unprotected head, freezing it.

But the tentacles, which regenerated in an instant, blocked the cold air again.

"I will decide, Nene!"

With a spirited cry, the twins unleash their pent-up fighting spirit.

In the palms of their hands, four one-handed axes begin to spin with tremendous speed.

--

The blue lightning-clad weapons leave their owners' hands and rush to the tentacles.

The arms of the newly regenerated monster are quickly cut off and scattered around it.

New tentacles grow one after another, but the four axes flying around them lay waste to them mercilessly.

The four axes dance beautifully through the air as they shoot out blue lightning.

Razzel's great sword slices through the wind, and Thor's white blade has lost even its line.

The frozen tentacles are all reaped, cut off, and fall to the ground, piled on top of each other.

And the silver light that shines between them gradually covers the body of the master of the labyrinth.

One by one, the eerie red petals stopped moving and froze.

But one more step is not enough.

Just freezing them does not mean that you have defeated them.

We need to break them down even more completely.

Thor, seeing that the head of the master of the labyrinth had completely frozen white, called sharply to the girl who was his trump card.

"Sora!"

"Let me wait for you!"

Sola, who had been standing on the shoulders of the clay figure with both feet on the ground, held her staff out wide in front of her at the sound of the voice.

The magic of the staff is already at its maximum.

--

A huge oval object suddenly appears in midair.

It is the seed of the labyrinth master's tentacles, which the girl has been trying so hard to .

Suddenly, the seed appears, and while maintaining the momentum it had when it was shot out, it turns around and returns to the being that created it.

It hit one of the petals at a frightening speed, violently scattering its fragments in all directions.

The girl nodded her head at the unexpected result and continued to activate .

Twelve pieces appeared in the air, shaking the air and falling at once onto the monster's head.

But just as they collide, one of the frozen faces around its neck suddenly opens its mouth.

Flames are vomited out of its reddish-black cavity at a furious pace.

In a flash, it melts the ice from the rest of the neck.

The three faces, now free, move their mouths in unison.

They cast the magic spell, , directed at themselves.

The oval-shaped seeds produced intercept their falling brethren.

Nothing happens, as it should.

For the first time, the four faces twisted in hatred at the magical technique that did not produce the desired result.

The monster had no way of knowing such a fact.

"Ochiro!"

At the same time as the child's innocent shouts, oval shapes with large masses poured down onto the petals.

The sound of breaking ice echoed through the subterranean void one after another.

A cold wind rises, blowing the debris up to the ceiling.

The shimmering shards of ice fall to the ground like powder snow.

Thor's eyes search for the end of the battle in the fantastic view that covers his field of vision.

And then, from the depths of his lungs, a small breath escapes.

His black eyes reflected the head of a monster, completely shattered.　

Thor looks around without letting up his grip on the hilt of his sword.

Nothing moves.

The tentacles of the monster lying on its side are all still, discolored.

The four faces open their eyes and mouths wide, but do not move.

And the eerie petals are so covered with the seeds they have spewed out that they are shattered beyond recognition.

The black fountain at the back of the room remains silent.

Thor exhaled deeply this time, as there was no sign of the birth of a new master of the labyrinth.

He turns around to see Razzel nodding his head repeatedly, as if still in disbelief.

He looked at the twins and Kugasse, who were hugging each other.

Cheers echoed up to here.

Sora and Moo, who were on top of the clay figures, noticed Thor's gaze and waved to him.

However, the child jumped so much that he lost his balance and fell down.

Yuril, who had been taken away from Thor, disappeared behind the clay figures with a panicked look on his face that I had never seen before.

Finally, Thor turns his head toward Balconia, but his jaw is clenched tightly.

Most of the flame wielder's body had turned to blackened charcoal.

Moldamo and Rummella, who had been working hard to heal him, rush to Balconia, where the flames have finally subsided.

The body of Balconia was in such a terrible state that smoke was billowing out from everywhere.

His moustache, his pride and joy, is frizzy and burnt out, as is all his hair.

His soot-covered skin is so badly burned and sore that it is impossible to discern his facial expressions.

His arms and other extremities were burned black and crumpled in Mordamo's hands when he tried to hold them.

However, we can still barely see the lungs moving up and down.

It was probably due to the characteristics of the branch and fruit of the flame spirit tree, which is resistant to the heat of fire.

Mordamo took a deep breath and quietly asked the female player who was still carrying him on her back.

"May I?　Riccoli."

"Of course. Just help him quickly."

"Then, Lord of the Tree of Life. Grant me a drop of your soul.

It was the upper branch magic technique called the "secret branch of the secret branch of the water spirit tree.

A drop of water squeezed out from between the fingers of Mordamo's hands, which were held together as if in prayer, dripped down.

As if it touched Balconia's body, it enveloped her body at once with a pale radiance.

Then the rebirth begins silently.

In no time at all, the burnt skin regains its original color and shape, and the smell of burnt flesh fades away.

The mouth, which had been twitching, opens, and he takes a deep breath in.

The limbs, which had been hardened like charcoal, regain their original color and shape, and the pulsation of the body begins to slow down.

Sola and the others, who had been watching with bated breath, let out a cry of surprise at this miraculous sight.

Barconia's eyelids twitched as if she had heard a loud noise.

Then, slowly, her eyes widened.

The man who had been looking up at the ceiling for a while muttered to himself as everyone looked on.

"Ah, the sky is really high here. ......"