EPILOGUE 2
The Great Sun
Half a day before Alice received the call from her mother.
The northern reaches of the continent.
The gigantic cavern leading to the planet’s core known as the Gregorio was right before her eyes.
And from it echoed Elletear’s screams.
“Aaaaaaah!”
Her pitch-black form rapidly disintegrated, black mist erupting from her body.
She could no longer maintain her human form.
“It’s working!”
Though her face had been pale from fear until that moment, Mizerhyby gingerly clenched her hand into a fist as she watched.
It was no act.
The mad scientist’s research had been right all along. If the witch was injected with the calamity’s power at a greater concentration than her body could handle, it would be like poison to her.
But more importantly…what really grabbed her interest was the strength her uncle had exhibited.
Talisman, the head of their house, clutched his chest as he stood back up.
He had somehow managed to hold out against Elletear’s Song.
As he rose to his feet, he had staggered and held his breast. Anyone could see the pain the Song had inflicted upon him.
But he hadn’t kept his hand on his chest for the reasons one would think. It was not there to steady his racing heart.
He had done it to hide the syringe in his hand. Talisman had already been holding their secret weapon.
“I love you from the bottom of my heart, Uncle.”
“The calamity isn’t your friend, Elletear, my dear.”
Talisman cast aside the empty syringe.
He looked ahead at Elletear, who could no longer even maintain her form. She slowly fell to her knees.
“Your resistance to the calamity is extraordinary. But it is for that reason you forgot it is equally calamitous to all living things.”
“Hgn!”
The mist surging out of Elletear’s body spiraled in the air.
It formed something like a cocoon.
Mizerhyby realized what was happening instinctively.
She was fighting it.
At that moment, Elletear didn’t even have the power to keep her human form. She was using all she had to preserve her very existence. She could no longer adapt to the power of the calamity and was on the verge of vanishing, so now she was fighting desperately to stay alive.
It was struggle or fade away.
“You won’t be able to withstand it.” Talisman was merciless. “The calamity’s undiluted power will destroy even you.”
“No…”
“Hmm?”
“Not…alone!” she howled.
A long, thin, and sinister arm emerged from the cocoon. It grabbed Talisman’s neck like a tentacle.
“What?!”
“I’d like an escort as I go down!”
Talisman was dragged toward the cocoon.
“Uncle?!”
Mizerhyby reached out for her uncle, but she was too late. Talisman was sucked into the cocoon and disappeared.
And then…
…the head of the household and the witch both screamed as though their worlds were ending, from within the cocoon.
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