The end of the seven steps.
Only then did the frozen world begin to regain its momentum. Even so, no commotion arose. The crowd was watching Delphirem and me in silence.
There could not have been many who could properly see the two of us.
Unlike when we had fought midway up the towering tree, we had already finished our fall. Yet some information was at times conveyed beyond the five senses.
Was their primal intuition not telling them?
The outcome had been decided.
Unlike me, soaked in sweat and panting, the woman’s body—split diagonally from her shoulder—showed no sign of life. She merely cast a dry stare through empty blood-red eyes.
Only one part of my archenemy’s body could still move.
Her terribly alluring lips.
“The…… last…… sword…….”
Her voice was faint.
This was how a human facing their end was supposed to be. Delphirem was no god after all, and could not help revealing her frailty at the last.
I decided to hear her final words.
“What did you see?”
“Failures.”
“I see.”
That was the terminus I had reached.
The sum of the possibilities left behind by those who…