The green wind increased in speed, moving Eleonore and the others away from the center of the Celestial Canopy in an instant. But this speed caused Anahem’s divine fabric to wind around Zeshia’s neck even more tightly. On the other end of the fabric hung Anahem, the God of Demise, who gripped the fabric with both hands as he reeled himself towards them. He was riding the firedew wind as well.
The closer he got, the tighter his cloth went around Zeshia’s neck.
“Urk...!”
“Big sis! I’ll save you now!”
Ennessone changed the angle of her wings like a sail, manipulating the wind current. She reached for the turban cloth with both hands.
“You mustn’t!” Wenzel shouted, stopping her by winding her arms around her middle. “Anahem’s target is you, Ennessone. If you touch it, you might end up wrapped up in the cloth instead.”
“But big sis is...!”
Ennessone looked over at Zeshia worriedly. Unable to speak with her throat constricted, Zeshia held her fingers up in a peace sign.
“It’s...okay...”
“Good job, Zeshia!” Eleonore said, grabbing the fabric and pulling to release some of the force around Zeshia’s neck. “Eorunes!”
A magic circle was drawn around Eleonore. Red, blue, and green magic orbs emerged to float in the air.
“Take the red orbs, Wenzel, Zeshia! It’ll give you a power boost for sixty seconds!”
Wenzel and Zeshia immediately touched the red orbs. The moment they absorbed the orb, red magic particles started flowing from their bodies.
“Take aim!” Eleonore shouted, gathering the light of Aske at her fingertips.
“Lend me your holy sword of light, Zeshia,” Wenzel said.
Zeshia immediately duplicated Enharle and handed it to her.
“Regalomitein.”
Two holy swords of light swung into the air, duplicating in the opposing mirrors of Regalomitein. The target was Anahem’s white cloth. Even if they couldn’t destroy the God of Demise’s main body, if they could detach the cloth, he would be thrown into the sky of the Celestial Canopy. In this divine realm where no one could fly, he would hit every branch as he fell.
“Here goes! Teo Triath!”
Eleonore fired a blast of light that duplicated through Regalomitein. At the same time, Wenzel and Zeshia swung Enharle. Three points of light crossed, creating a thunderous explosion.
Wenzel’s and Zeshia’s magic power was boosted to its limit by Eorunes. That was further increased by Regalomitein, with Eleonore’s Teo Triath added on top of that. It was the strongest attack the three of them could use at this moment, but...
“No way...” Eleonore muttered in shock.
The fabric was still intact. Even with a focused attack from all three of them, the fabric of Anahem’s turban was completely unharmed.
“No need for shock. I, Anahem, am the only god to possess a source of demise.”
Anahem yanked the fabric, reeling himself in that much further.
“Urk...”
Zeshia’s neck was constricted once more, and Eleonore hurriedly pulled back.
“Rah!”
The God of Demise yanked even harder. His outrageous strength pulled Eleonore and Zeshia back against the wind.
“Nraaagh!”
The next moment, the two were pulled out of the current entirely and thrown in the opposite direction. The resulting recoil threw Anahem forward, into the green wind. His sharp gaze fixed on Ennessone.
“It’s over.”
Magic power gathered in his right hand. He mercilessly swung his arm to take off Ennessone’s head in a single chop, when—
“Ah...!” Ennessone squeaked.
Red blood dripped onto her face. Her eyes were round in shock as she watched Anahem’s wrist fly through the air.
“I said we’d discuss things later.”
Standing in the way was—once again—the Goddess of Birth, Wenzel. It was the azure shield in her hand that had taken off Anahem’s hand.
The Life Birthing Shield Avrohelian was shining far more brightly than before, as though it was manifesting the true power hidden within it.
“Or do you intend to fight me?” she asked.
The green wind blew wildly, throwing only Anahem back in another direction. He corrected his balance with Fless and shot an angry glare in front of him.
Wenzel slowly descended before him. Behind her towered a huge tree, growing from the vast ocean below them. Its roots were spread through the water, reaching down to its furthest depths.
“Here in the Mother Sea, that is.”
Their true goal had not been to flee, but to reach this place. Once turned into wind in the Celestial Canopy, the firedew’s next step was to move to the Mother Sea to transform into rain. Wenzel had used that to lure Anahem into her own domain.
“It doesn’t matter where we are. I, Anahem, will not take back what I have said. Return the firedew,” the God of Demise said curtly, looking upwards. He flew straight towards Ennessone, who was still wrapped in the green wind.
“The sea shall gently embrace you and lull you to sleep,” Wenzel said.
Water burst from the sea like a fountain, grabbing Anahem’s divine body as if scooping him up in one hand. He tried to slash through it, but the water merely parted around him. In no time at all, the God of Demise’s body was sealed in a bubble of seawater.
“All the water of the Mother Sea responds to my beck and call. Now sleep, God of Demise.”
The bubble containing Anahem proceeded to sink back into the sea, with the roots of the giant tree writhing around him like some living beast. The God of Demise attempted to use his magic to escape, but neither the roots nor the water responded to it. Wenzel was the god who governed the Mother Sea—everything in the domain was on her side, and not even the God of Demise could overturn that.
And so, Anahem opened his mouth.
“Gavuel.”