The Red Rose Sword, stabbed through the middle of the highest minister’s chest, let out an intense brilliance that easily surpassed the light effects of sword skills.

The blade regenerated from the resources of Eugeo’s blood shone dazzlingly, like a fragment from a star—

In the next moment, the resources all burst; that was to say, an enormous explosion occurred.

Administrator’s two eyes opened up to their limits and a silent scream escaped her lips.

Slender lines of light poured out from all over the world’s most beautiful bare body, spreading out in a radial pattern.

And an explosion of pure energy swallowed all as it swelled out.

Blown away like discarded cotton, I crashed into the south glass window. I felt blood gushing out from the wound on my right shoulder the moment I bounced off and slammed onto the floor.

It seemed even strange I still had this much blood left after all of those cuts. I wondered if my Life had finally reached zero for a moment, but my task wasn’t over yet. I had to live for a little longer.

A look at the sword in my left hand showed that its blade had returned to half of its length and the rose carving, too, turned back to blue. Gently placing the sword on the floor, I gripped my right shoulder hard with all five fingers.

Curiously enough, white light poured from my palm even without me reciting any arts and warmly soaked into my wound. I released my hand the moment I felt the blood cease. I shouldn’t use too much of the space resources that should have almost been depleted.

Thrusting my left hand, the light gone from it, onto the floor, I lifted myself up.

And let out a sharp gasp.

Beyond the beads of light, the remains of the explosion, slowly drifting through the air—

The silver-haired girl who should have been blown away without a trace stood on her two unsteady feet.

She could hardly be termed human by this point. Her two arms were gone, a huge hole had opened up in the core of her chest, and cracks, like ceramics on the verge of breaking, spread out all over her body.

What flowed out from those countless wounds was not blood.

What resembled sparks of silver and violet fizzled as they gushed out hard and scattered throughout the air.

(Alicization Uniting, 255)