Everything was gone.
Even as she threw her bleeding body at the enemy, Lonesome Howl couldn't help but shiver.
That Echo...
Was it an Echo of a human Saint?
Was that an Echo... of the Lord of Shadows himself?
Had he killed himself and risen from the dead like a vengeful wraith?
Or was it no Echo at all?
Were all of them -
– the Lord, the Knight, the Fiend, the Serpent – merely various forms that one dark creature took to pursue its sinister goals?
Lonesome Howl did not know.
But she suddenly felt fear.
***
If Sunny knew what the princess of Song was thinking about, he would be amused.
And a little sad.
After all, he had hoped that people would stop confusing him with Saint – who was a woman! – after the memory of him was erased from the world.
However, he did not know, and had no time to care.
He still had four Saints to defeat.
Yes, the Saints of Song were wounded and running low on essence, while Sunny was relatively unscathed and had more essence than he could burn at the moment. And yes, they did not have the advantage of numbers anymore.
But he was not going to relax.
That was how people got killed – by allowing themselves to become arrogant when victory was already in sight.
Lonesome Howl and Silent Stalker were daughters of Ki Song, and they had to have a few deadly surprises left, without a doubt. Perhaps powerful Memories... perhaps more drops of their mother's blood.
Something was going to go wrong, for sure – or all of it.
His task was to win even if everything went wrong.
His three avatars clashed with Lonesome Howl, Ceres, and Siord. The fourth avatar, meanwhile, dashed forward to intercept Silent Stalker.
And as he fought with four bodies, making them move as one…
Something in his mind clicked.
Even consumed by the fervor of battle, Sunny couldn't help but smile.
It was all coming together.
His Transcendent Battle Art was finally going to be complete.