So the two swordswomen get back up.
But Shadow only gives them one more glance, before resuming walking.
“Stop right there! Or are you running away?!”
Iris’ voice causes Shadow to stop again.
“…… Running away?”
The next instant, the entire fighting arena is stained with violet light.
“Wh-……?!”
“!!”
A devastating torrent of magic.
It flows out from Shadow’s body, drawing out a spiraling whirlpool.
The rain is being swallowed and erased by the magic.
“Don’t tell me…… you really……?!”
“This…… cannot be won.”
The overwhelming strength beyond anything that Iris and Beatrix has dreamt of causes the two of them to become petrified.
If he brandishes this strength, this entire arena would be erased.
Iris, Beatrix, and the audience——in the face of this strength, all of them are equal. Equally powerless, that is.
“Where is the need for me to run away?”
No one can stop him. Every single person is forced to swallow this fact, regardless of whether they are willing or not.