The forest was utterly destroyed by the giant spike that was pushing Kaiju to the end of its force. His head hung down as the vibrant red hair of his no longer exuded his proudness. He gritted his teeth with his eyes glaring against the spike that almost took his gut. The veins in his forearms popped before he threw the giant ice to the side.
"Why, I thought that this competition should be easy."
Heaven's Son muttered after his panting breath stopped. He looked at both of his bare hands that had turned dark blue from the cold. Even the blood had frozen at the tip of his fingers. He slowly buried it inside his palms despite the little pain that he felt. He slowly walked forward toward the place where Madoku silently awaits.
