2157. Futile

"Damnit!" Cursed Reality shouted before disappearing.

"Why are you always like this?!" Emperor cursed while shooting toward the sky.

Queen followed Emperor, while Noah and June reached the army. Vesuvia had already taken care of protecting everyone. She had created an invisible defensive membrane that the experts struggled to sense. Still, they could see how every shard changed their trajectory when they were about to fall on the occupied areas.

"What do you want me to say, old friend?" Pellio laughed as his eyes opened completely. "You can't stop a dream."

"You damned lunatic!" Emperor gritted his teeth as his aura expanded among the crumbling starry sky.

A battle seemed on the verge of unfolding, but a slash suddenly flew between Pellio and Emperor. Noah reached the area right after the event, and his army was with him.

"So," Noah exclaimed while turning toward Pellio, "How does it feel to have your world back?"