The End?

Plia and Ian's swords blazed with brilliant light, stretching up toward the sky.

As if they could pierce the heavens.

[…This is impossible. How can a mere human wield that much power?!]

It was a power that could well be called divine.

A power like the one God had wielded at the height of its strength made God lose all will to fight.

One hit, and it would be annihilated. No matter what, its very existence would be wiped out.

Then God had to dodge or block it, but the two bastards beside it were in the way.

The Hero and Plien.

The two of them would stop God from moving, even if it meant their own deaths.

Just as God desperately searched for a way out and tried to flee, the mana that had surged high enough to pierce the sky slowly descended toward it...