"Is this... really the power of the Transcendence Realm?"
Belladonna looked up at the sky, her face showing a fear she had never felt before.
A massive golden hand loomed above, almost completely covering the sky.
Compared to it, the seven of them—even with the combined power of the seven Sacredfire Mountains—seemed utterly insignificant.
"Is that a Sacred Form?"
"No... there's something else in that Sacred Form, a power connected to him!"
Belladonna poured every ounce of her strength into the sword aimed at the sky.
The sword's light flared, stronger than anything they had ever managed to unleash together before.
But the more they pushed their limits, the more the seven of them realized just how small they were in comparison to that overwhelming force.
The golden hand descended, blotting out the sky. In contrast, the sword energy they had gathered with all their might seemed pitifully weak.
