"It's not enough!"
Roger laughed aloud, reaching the zenith of Ascension, invisible threads binding its shattered flesh. In an instant, it resembled a coiled monster, towering like a hill.
Its voice twisted into a deep growl, akin to the roar of a mountain giant.
A raging fire illuminated this hellish scene.
Ed Delun once again drew a sword from the sheath on his back. It was also a Nail Sword, but unlike Ed Delun's usual, somewhat antiquated and humble Nail Sword, this was an imitation crafted by the Purification Mechanism, mixing Holy Silver and Pine Iron.
"It's truly sad, Roger."
At this point in the battle, Ed Delun couldn't help but feel a touch of sorrow.
He still remembered the idealistic times shared with Roger, the achievements they created, and the darkness that swiftly followed.
As time changed, no one could have predicted that the two who began together would fall into such a state.
