(I will save this world. You are no longer necessary to do that.)

Fiamma thrust his third arm that now clearly had a physical form toward the boy who
still had great amounts of blood gushing from his shoulder.

“You should be honored, you mass of flesh. You managed to carry out your purpose in
life.”

That would settle it.

His third arm was no longer incomplete and it no longer continued to shake awkwardly.
The destruction he could carry out was different from the destruction that could be
created by the 103,000 grimoires.

He held the power to save the world.

He held the power at the core of a legend.

He was known as The One Above God.

If it was necessary, he could easily smash the no longer needed adaptor with an
overwhelming explosion of light that could turn an entire planet to dust.
It would have been odd if he could not.

“...?”

In that instant, what Fiamma of the Right felt first was not anger or fear. It was doubt.
There was not a scratch on the boy who should have been turned to ash.

In fact, the great swirl of light Fiamma had fired had split in two right in front of the boy
and scattered to either side of him. Yet that attack had held such power that it could
blow away a planet or recreate any of the legends in Christianity.

It was almost like...

It was almost like it had been blown away by an invisible right hand stretching from the
wound on the boy’s shoulder.

“What...?” Fiamma of the Right said still not having grasped what had happened.

He could not stop the words spilling from his own mouth. They grew and grew like a
snowball rolling down a slope.

“I took your right hand. So why do you still have that power!?”

No response came.

The boy merely hung his head down while his cheek was wet with his own blood.

An invisible power gathered.

It gathered in that right arm that should not exist. It gathered beyond that wound.

(...)

Fiamma moved only his eyeballs to look at what was growing from his own right
shoulder.

He had indeed taken in that boy’s right hand and that hand that he had made his own
flesh and blood still possessed Imagine Breaker, the unique power to negate all
supernatural powers.

Then what was the power gathering inside the enemy before Fiamma’s eyes?

(Something...)

Fiamma felt his lips quickly drying up. He had finally acquired the right arm of Imagine
Breaker. He had made all sorts of major preparations in order to obtain that strange
right hand that acted as the final key. As long as he had his own power and that boy’s
right arm that had been disassembled and reorganized into a spiritual item, he could
save the entire world. He had obtained something with that much value and yet...

He was inferior.

He was overshadowed.

The great swirl of power compressing toward that boy’s shoulder felt so threatening that
it seemed to suck the color out of everything Fiamma had obtained.

(Something invisible...)

Fiamma of the Right looked back at the boy’s face.

He was still hanging his head down so his expression could not be seen.

It seemed that not just Imagine Breaker resided in that boy’s body. Just the ability to
negate supernatural powers was not enough to shake Fiamma’s heart that greatly and to
put him on his guard to that extent. Even then, he felt a painful illusion on his skin. He
felt a deeply resounding shock in the bottom of his gut like large fireworks were going
off nearby. That shock was similar to an invisible wall.

(Something is there!!)

“...”

The boy, Kamijou Touma, slowly raised his head.

It was not some great action. There was no great speed to it. There was no special
regularity to it.

He merely raised his head.

That was all.

Fiamma of the Right felt the muscles from his shoulder to the back of his neck stiffening.

It was coming.

He did not know what, but something he needed to be cautious of was coming.

And...

Kamijou Touma used his own power to crush that invisible something.

A different power appeared above that great power that had gathered around Kamijou’s
shoulder. That other power seemed to open up a large mouth and swallow up the first
power. As if this giant mouth was chewing, the air around the shoulder shook looked
like sugar water.

That great power was smashed in an instant.

“...You,” muttered Kamijou as his lips moved. “I don’t know who you are.”

His words were not especially loud.

And yet they still stabbed into the depths of Fiamma’s ears. His heart uncontrollably
went on such high guard that he felt like overlooking a single twitch of a finger or blink
of an eye could have a major effect on the outcome of the battle.

“And I don’t know what you’re trying to do.”

Kamijou was not looking at Fiamma of the Right, the possessor of the greatest power
even among God’s Right Seat.

Fiamma did not know what he was speaking to.

“But...”

That may have been something only Kamijou Touma could understand.

At any rate, he continued to speak.

“...You stay silent. I’ll take care of this.”

Fiamma heard a damp noise and the next thing he knew, a right arm had already
extended from Kamijou Touma’s shoulder. He had eaten away such a massive power
and then grown a new part of his body.

(He...threw it away...?)

Fiamma tried to mutter those words, but he realized afterwards that he had not said
them out loud.

His throat dried and a feeling like something was clinging there remained.

(He gave up all that power to get Imagine Breaker back...?)

He looked up to the boy’s right arm that he had taken for himself.

Even then, Fiamma had the Imagine Breaker arm inside his body after having
disassembled it. However, he could tell the shining power was gradually fading from the
flesh and blood he had acquired. It was such a unique power that two of it could not
exist within the same world. The scene made Fiamma think that such a rule must exist.
And that rule might also have been that the true power could only reside within the right
arm if it was attached to the boy known as Kamijou Touma.

-Toaru Majutsu no Index Volume 22 Chapter 10 Part 3