Sylvia, who had been closely observing Faceless, froze momentarily upon seeing that club before her expression turned utterly grim.
"Water Moon...! Even this Orga Lux is in your possession?!"
"Is it powerful?"
Hearing Sylvia's near-hysterical shout that completely betrayed her usual composure, Roy's ears perked up. Realizing this weapon must be extraordinary, he asked without turning his head.
"Extremely powerful. It could be called the most vicious Orga Lux in history...!"
"Don't even think about it!"
Faceless roared angrily, striking the club against the line extending from his claw's tip.
In an instant.
Without any warning.
The abandoned building to Roy's right turned to dust.
That's right—completely without preamble, the entire ten-meter tall derelict structure was reduced to powder. Not from top to bottom, nor from outside in, without the slightest time delay. It was as if the building's constituent materials had been instantaneously replaced—concrete swapped for dust.
The powdered building collapsed thunderously, sending massive plumes of dust swirling into the air that the night sea breeze spread like fog across the surroundings.
Within moments, visibility dropped drastically until one couldn't see their own outstretched hand.
"Be careful! Water Moon's ability is to instantly decompose anything it touches into powder. Its viciousness far surpasses even the Four Colored Magic Swords!"
Amidst the dust clouds, Roy frowned deeply.
This dust was clearly part of Faceless's strategy. He must have discerned Roy's heightened perception abilities and deliberately created this smokescreen to disrupt them.
Admittedly, Roy's sensory capabilities were indeed somewhat impaired—the massive dust clouds not only dulled his awareness but also obscured most of his vision.
Most crucially, an Orga Lux that could instantly decompose anything it touched into powder? That was downright absurd!
Why would such an Orga Lux even exist?
And why was something this powerful so obscure that he'd never even heard of it?
"Judging by how he used it earlier, he can probably combine the abilities of two Orga Luxes. So whatever you do, don't let his lines touch you!"
Sylvia's warning rang out again.
He could do that too?!
Roy secretly gasped. Well, well, as expected of someone comparable to Ereshkigal. When this guy got serious, he was terrifying—not only could he wield two Orga Luxes simultaneously, but he could even fuse their abilities together. Just how capable was he?!
In other words, Faceless could transmit Water Moon's decomposition ability through his lines, instantly reducing anything the lines touched to dust.
If those lines made contact, it'd be over!
"This means I can't act recklessly anymore..."
Roy raised his head to survey their surroundings. Finding his view of the outside completely blocked, he let out a soft scoff.
While this dust obscured his vision, it also hid them from outside observers—he'd make good use of that!
Freeing one hand, he opened his Imaginary Pocket and retrieved a stack of talisman paper, concealing it inside his clothing. Then he traced a wind-glyph in midair.
A whirlwind sprang up, gathering the surrounding dust into a miniature tornado that sucked away all the particulate matter.
Just as Roy regained his vision, he suddenly froze in place.
"Hey, you're back?"
Faceless held a club in his left hand and a small bell with a hook in his right. Seeing Roy reappear after dealing with the dust, a pleased smile spread across his face. The slight tension from earlier during the battle vanished completely at this moment, replaced by an utterly relaxed demeanor as he laughed.
"Too bad, though—it's already too late."
He shook the hook in his right hand while gripping the club with his left, poised to strike, his face brimming with the confident smile of someone who believed victory was assured.
"...I see."
Roy glanced around and nodded in understanding.
Surrounding him was an invisible web of threads, forming a dome-like structure.
This dome-like net had him trapped at its center, with only a few meters of space separating him from the threads. Faceless must have gathered the surrounding threads while Roy's vision was obscured by the dust, creating this inescapable, all-encompassing trap.
"I know the power of the Sword of the Black Furnace. A single thread or two wouldn't stop you, but a dense web like this? That's a different story!"
Faceless watched Roy with leisurely confidence, as if he had already won, idly swinging the club in his hand.
Though the Sword of the Black Furnace was hailed as the pinnacle among Orga Lux weapons—capable of severing even other Orga Lux abilities—it couldn't destroy another Orga Lux itself. For example, while it could cut through the reversed power of the Guardian Goddess's Sword, it couldn't damage the sword itself.
The same applied to Arachne's threads, another Orga Lux. Roy could certainly slice through a strand or two, but a tightly woven rope would be impossible to sever, as these threads weren't just an Orga Lux's ability—they were the Orga Lux itself.
An Orga Lux cannot destroy another Orga Lux. That was the ironclad rule among these weapons.
In the end, once this dense dome of threads descended, Roy would have nowhere to run. Even if he swung the Sword of the Black Furnace desperately, it would be useless.
"You've got nowhere left to escape!"
Faceless glared at Roy with predatory intensity, his eyes gleaming with excitement.
A Festa champion this powerful was still about to die by his hand. His record as the King of Assassins was about to gain another glorious entry!
"Roy!"
Sylvia's anxious voice called out from behind.
At this point, even Sylvia couldn't stand by and watch. Even if Roy had leverage over her, she couldn't just let him die in front of her!
Honestly, she might not be Faceless's match, but if she went all out, she could at least help Roy escape alive.
"No problem."
But Roy's expression remained as calm as ever.
His reaction caught Sylvia completely off guard, leaving her momentarily stunned.
Did he really have a way to face—or even break through—this seemingly hopeless situation?
"Still putting on an act at this point?"
Seeing Roy's unshaken composure, Faceless frowned slightly, a hint of wariness creeping into his mind even as he scoffed dismissively.
"Whether it's an act or not, why don't you test it and see?"
Roy smiled faintly, gripping the Sword of the Black Furnace with both hands and settling into a stance.
Faceless's expression darkened slightly. He wasn't the type to stubbornly cling to his assumptions in every situation. Roy's reaction struck him as unusual—would a Festa champion really resort to bluffing to intimidate him?
That being said, he truly didn't believe Roy could break through his certain-kill formation—unless the man could burrow underground, which was clearly impossible.
At this point, there was no need to hesitate. Whether there was a way to break free would be revealed with a single attempt!
Nameless's eyes sharpened. Without any warning, his right hand clenched into a fist, causing the threads extending from his claw to instantly tighten. The dome-shaped net surrounding Roy contracted abruptly at the same time!
Almost simultaneously, Roy charged forward, slashing at the cage of threads before him.
The dome-shaped net coiled inward like a ball of yarn, the speed so fast it was over in an instant.
Roy swung his blade, the extreme heat of the Sword of the Black Furnace severing and burning through over a dozen threads in front of him. Yet his entire body was already ensnared by the cage, the astonishingly adhesive threads sticking to every part of him.
"You're finished!"
Nameless barked sharply, immediately striking the threads extending from his right claw with the club in his left hand.
The disintegration ability traveled through the threads as a medium, assaulting Roy's entire body!