It was as if everyone had acquired a single consciousness there, through which they understood that, from the moment one made the first move, everyone should follow.
And the dance of death, then with all its members, finally got the start it deserved.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared, bullets clashed against flesh and armor plates, fire burned, magic was called upon and protected or struck enemies.
If there was one word that could describe that final battle, in that world of shadows, the word was chaos.
Evellyn used the new strength she had acquired from months of training at Hana no Nagame, in conjunction with her precognitive ability, and, unlike when she had stepped into a Nest - at least in the world where that echo of hers came from - for the first time , not only did he depend on his powers to deflect and evade enemy attacks.
No.
