Above New City, Estrella raised her right hand. Her palm was up, holding a three meters long greatsword made of earth by the blade as it lost its temperature with the invasion from her energy.
She seemed to not need to exert any force to hold back the strength that was leaving Mountain red-faced. But from red to the exertion, Mountain's face was turning pale as he felt the sword he had created with his energy lose its integrity as the invading energy approached him, like the unrelenting grim reaper.
The steel-like determination he had started everything with was becoming brittle, and the conclusion of the gamble was dawning on him.
His survival instincts left him no more energy to nurse any frustration, save from the one about the life he was about to lose.
At that moment, he seemed to think back to all he had had, and that he was about to lose, instead all he had been complaining about not having.
