…Ah.

I could not speak.

It wasn’t just a physical problem. The force of the Magical Energy unleashed by those feathers had completely messed up my insides, and I felt as if my intestines had been crushed by someone. Even if I tried to strengthen myself enough to stand up, I wouldn’t be able to do anything else.

The divine bird in the sky had started to gather Magical Energy again. If that attack happened again, it would be impossible for us to survive.

“…Ah…” I never thought that a single strike was enough to stop me from even standing up. In terms of power, it was already comparable to Faker’s Hecatic Wheel.

Lord El-Melloi II's Case Files: The Atlas Contract (Upper); Chapter 5, Part 4