Dreams of Mystique Nightmares
Meanwhile, the other Transcendental Angels celebrated, as they could no more feel the aura of threat from the Ultimate Ragnarok.
'Even if I die now, it's... it's okay. Sacrificing myself to take down the Ultimate Ragnarok that had taken countless lives... is worth it. As long as I... can protect the angels, and the many living beings out there... I don't mind.' Gärd thought, as he used every bit of his strength left to let out a smile of triumph.
He so desired to raise his hand as a sign of victory, but unfortunately, he had no strength. But his smile... his smile stood strong for him.
It lit the fires of hope within the hearts of every Angel around him.
Fire that stood strong amidst despair.
Fire that blazed with the light of salvation.
Fire... that was instantly snuffed out just as it was lit.
...!!!
Beautiful smiles turned ugly.
Hope transitioned to dread.