Asta felt his body breaking apart. The last strike against Lucifero had drained every ounce of his strength. His vision blurred, and despite his unyielding will, he knew—this was the end.
But instead of fading into nothingness, he felt himself being pulled, as if by an invisible force. He tried to fight it, but exhaustion overtook him. His world turned black.
Then—light. A new sky. A new world.
And an unfamiliar power surged within him.