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Chapter 393 - Dawn Breaks White, a Funeral Song for a New Beginning, Part Seven

The demonic 'sword' woven by my partner, Sora, shines.

The worldly 'sword' spun by the princess, Iris, shines.

And the 'sword' in my hand, soaring high into the sky, glimmers pure white, dyeing the heavens.

"—'The breath of slumbering white.'"

My armor is gone, my shields are gone. There is nothing else I need but this single blade I hold aloft.

"'The arm of a fool, clinging to memories, who longed for the distant, sacred canopy.'"

It was once a piece of scrap metal that, following its master's pride, had merely sunk its fangs.

"'Severed world of emptiness, lament of the void, cleave through the darkness and return.'"

It was once the one with whom I challenged the endless pillar, the one with whom I swore to rise again and seek a rematch.

"'This side, blessed.'"

The time for waiting is over. Now, here, with a brilliance more dazzling than anything else,

"'That side, desired.'"

It soars through the sky with me—a part of my soul, seeking to strike down its one and only object of aspiration.

…Hey, boss. This is a rematch, so I've gotta pay you back, right?

I know I've brought along some rule-bending reinforcements and received some ridiculously overpowered follow-up from a barrage of ultimate attacks, but I'll declare this with the privilege of a 'challenger (player).'

One strike that was next to nothing, and one strike from an endless height.

We started this relationship with a one-for-one exchange—so there's no other way to end it!

"'This blade's point is the singing arrow of the end and the beginning'…!"

Its wings burned, its tail severed, its halo shattered, the White Throne lifts its neck.

The white dragon that once looked down on me from so far above. Our gazes meet, our positions reversed… its eyes, as if telling a story, 'I remember you.'

Tsarkalv of the White Throne narrows its golden eyes and slowly turns its jaw toward the heavens.

As if to say, I accept your challenge—very well, then. Let's do this.

"'Become the divine lightning… that reaches the White Throne'!"

To hell with the consequences. Either we win, or you win—

"'Here and now, I shall etch a falling star'!"

I entrust everything to my soul's partner, my Anima, and unleash it.

"Reach, pierce, and penetrate—[El Solas, The White Lightning of Nostalgia that Deceives Gods]!"

The breath of annihilation released from the dragon's jaw, and the lightning of the white sword hurled from a man's hand.

The intersection ended without a sound, as if recreating that long-ago encounter.

The pure white light, which devoured the breath and streaked from heaven to earth,

『—…』

Deeply pierced the body of the white dragon, which had peacefully closed its eyes.

Straight through, to its very core.