Throughout, it was as if Ira was walking through a long, dark night… He walked alone on a rugged road, heading in a direction incomprehensible to others, saying—
At the end of the road lies a treasure.
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During this process, Ira met many people who were willing to travel with him, some of whom wanted to see with him what the treasure he described was like.
Some people simply want to walk with him through the long night.
People began to understand each other, and those who were lost in the night seemed to have found their rooms, gradually gathering around Ira... because all the good future was clearly here.
People blocking the road, people making sarcastic remarks, people who never believed in the existence of treasure... some silently made way, some became Ira's companions with great interest, and some waited curiously for the final answer.
Along the way, Ira witnessed the sublimity of mortals and the greatness of gods. As he made his efforts, he also received the testimonies of his companions... The group gradually approached their destination.
This was not the work of Iraq alone.
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But it was destroyed.
It's so absurd and comical that it's impossible to get angry at all... The enemy isn't particularly evil, nor is their purpose particularly wicked; they're just like many others who are hostile to Iraq.
The enemy, known as the World Tree Beast, is simply someone who walks a different path.
This time, however, Iraq wasn't acting to maintain its own path. The other side was undoubtedly blocking its way, but it was also undoubtedly carrying the very essence of the "path" itself...
Destroy the boulders blocking your path, and everything you walk on, including the legacy of the past, will also collapse.
The outcome is predetermined and cannot be changed.
But……
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How to reach the end is up to Ira to choose... The best choice, of course, is to pretend that nothing has happened, lament her ill-fated destiny, and then silently go to a brand new world.
But sometimes, the best choice... isn't necessarily the "best" choice.
So please put everything aside, temporarily forget the "legacy" of the two civilizations, turn a blind eye to everyone's expectations, and set aside your own responsibilities... Be a person like Faviginho!
Hahahahahahahahahaha!!!
Ira let out a hearty and cheerful laugh, one he seemed to have never laughed like that before, but after spending time with his two friends who loved to laugh, he seemed to have learned to laugh like that as well.
He continued to fall, plummeting from the top of the world towards the main plane, with visible... shattered fragments of the plane drifting aimlessly as if weightless.
"Whoosh~ Whoosh~"
Satan Leaf made such a sound, following closely behind Ira, swinging her hands happily... And because of the snake's molting, she temporarily appeared in the Nine Realms in the form of a soul, and she looked very cute.
Satan Ye, who turned into a cute little ghost, did not become a ghost like Yuuyu, who was indistinguishable from a human except for her transparent body and black and white appearance... Instead, she became a little ghost like the ones in the comics.
Her upper body was normal, but her lower body was replaced by a white, spirit-like form... To describe it, her lower body looked like an elongated mochi.
Overall, it looks very cute.
"Mr. Ira, aren't you going to deploy the [First Wing Column] or something?"
Satanye watched Ira plummet at high speed and said this, but... the truth is obvious: Ira's power largely relies on Mana borrowed from the World Tree, so the numbered wing pillars cannot be used.
After all, the World Tree has already uprooted itself to fight... and has even finished fighting.
"There's no more mana... even the mana in the atmosphere has disappeared. If a profession has mana in its body, it definitely wouldn't be able to survive, right?"
As Ira said this, he looked at the massive body of the approaching World Tree Beast, smiled, and said, "However, I still have power at my disposal... and the number of them should be quite large, right?"
As Ira spoke, the World Tree Beast seemed to sense something approaching in the sky, but due to the vast difference in size, it did not notice Ira, who was equivalent to a mite to it.
Even so, he still swung his arm, formed from twisted branches, toward the direction he sensed something... Now its movements were not as slow as before.
As the world is destroyed, its power and speed become increasingly terrifying.
If that's the case, Iraq would be hit directly, right?
"Mr. Ira?"
Amidst Satan's doubts...
"Airborne Wing Column - Tikkap - Wingspan!"
Ira's voice was simple as she chanted, but this time the trigger didn't travel to the World Tree; instead, it simply connected to her own body... Tikkap, sensing something, also raised his head at the same time.
As Tekapo's [wings] suddenly solidified behind Ira, his body instantly became ethereal and disappeared, dodging the World Tree Beast's strike. Satan Leaf also lightly dodged the attack... but still became ethereal due to the immense wind pressure.
There's really no need to hide from them.
When Ira reappeared, he was already at the waist of the World Tree Beast. In his hand, a greatsword as white as a saint had materialized, and a new pair of wings had been added to his back.
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