The Revenge of the Soul Eater

Wisteria thought she understood the strength of the human named Sora.

Even though she was possessed by an evil spirit, the memory of her direct brushing of blades with it remains clear to this day.

I've been trying to exorcise the powerful evil spirit - Pazuzu - that Wisteria has been struggling to exorcise, but she has been unable to do so. I have great respect for Sora's prowess in bringing it to its knees without pain.

But now, Wisteria felt the need to change her own perception. She thought she understood Sola's power, but it was really only an "intention", she said.

--The desert was trembling.

Out of the corner of my eye, Sola, who had pulled out her mind gear, was increasing her magical power. It has been increasing ever since she got off the back of the winged beast (wyvern).

You will be able to see the magic surge from the young man's body as if it were a wall of towering greatness. Even the hordes of monsters were too far away from the current Wisteria.

Although it cannot be compared to the forests of their homeland (Andorra), spirits exist even in the desert where nature is scarce. In the eyes of the elves, they saw the spirits fleeing.

The spirits of wind (sylphs), earth (gnomes), and fire (salamanders) are screaming, exposed to the power of the root that transcends the barriers of world magic (mana) and personal magic (odo).

The screams of the spirits so high-pitched that they pressured my ears, my body involuntarily squirmed. Or maybe it was Wisteria's own screams.

A rush of power that couldn't even be compared to when she fought herself (Pazuzu). That power that I admired was the product of taming, or so I was forced to understand.

With such power, how could he maintain his human appearance? One can't help but ask such a question.

Unaware of the wisteria's turmoil - or if she did, she didn't care - Sora unleashed her power.

''Genso, one-sword style, Kaen.

What overflowed out of the heart outfit in response was a great river of scorching heat. It was a muddy stream of fire that ran straight across the desert, emitting an astonishing amount of heat.

The night air that covered the area was instantly chilled, and the freezing cold air quickly turned into searing heat. Even the sand in the desert melted as the furious fire stream collided with the leading group of rushing demons.

A touch of armor.

The demons were instantly consumed. Whether it was the sand beetle with its thick skin to protect itself, the ant ant, whose armor was harder than iron, the golden scorpion with its golden shell to lure humans, or other demons, they were all consumed. In an instant, they were burned up without a trace, to the point where not even a bone remained.

It was a baptism of fire so thorough that it could be described as evaporation.

A hot wind blew at Wisteria. As the burning wind scorches her skin with a chill, a strange odor that is hard to describe sticks in her nostrils. Wisteria knows it. That it was the smell of burning living things.

A life melted in the air cannot be done in ten or twenty. A hundred or two hundred. Or a thousand or two thousand. Wisteria couldn't help but wince at the nauseatingly thick smell of life. It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get your hands dirty.

--But even with that much of a blow, the demon's momentum did not stop.

The power technique released by Sola, just like its name suggests, turned into a river of fire, burning up the horde of demons as if they were licking them. However, it wasn't enough to wipe out all of the enemies that were rushing in to fill the horizon.

The demons that escaped the area of effect of the power technique (Keigi) were advancing straight ahead without a hint of fear.

Seeing this, Wisteria is about to start calling out to the spirits to support Sora.

And as if to control Wisteria's movement, Sora raised her heart-suit high.

Will she unleash the same technique once again - Wisteria thought so when she saw Sola's stance, but she soon realized that her guess was wrong.

The wind was swirling around.

The wind taiji kaze, the taiji sword that tore through Pazuzu's four wings during the battle in Belka. A great wind, which strengthened it many, possibly dozens of times over, was generated from its base at Sora.

The winds produced grew rapidly, taking in the updrafts generated by the heat of the river flames. It was like a tornado as it shot up into the sky.

Wisteria raised her left hand to shield her eyes from the blowing dust. The fact that the storm, which could have blown even the wisteria away, is merely the aftermath of the power technique is a shocking revelation.

When I lifted my gaze to follow the direction of the wind, I could see that the wind generated by Sora was stirring the air above. In the eyes of the spirit user, the figure of a fleeing wind fairy (sylph) can be seen. If he's going to hit the enemy with a tornado at this point, there shouldn't be any need to do something like that.

''........What on earth?''

Subconsciously, such murmurs leaked out.

And there was an answer to that voice that I thought would be drowned out by the wind.

'I've learned since I started riding the Crow Solas that it's cold up in the sky, even in the summer.

Sora's voice picked up Wisteria's whisper in her ear. In the midst of the roaring wind, the voice came through strangely well.

'The higher up you go, the more so. Not only was it cold, but you couldn't even breathe well. It was as if there was some invisible water stretched over us.

At the end of the sky is a world of dead ice where even indigo (indigo) winged beasts (wyvern) cannot fly, let alone birds.

When Sora learned of this, he thought.

--what would happen if I hit this on the ground, she wondered.

The moment she heard that, there was a strange sound in Wisteria's throat.

She quickly opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say, and opened and closed it for no reason. Thus, while Wisteria was fumbling about, Sora's jingy technique was rapidly approaching completion.

With an inverted wind, she stirs up the tranquility of the sky, and from the heights beyond human reach, she smashes the life-rejecting freezing air towards the surface of the earth.

'A phantom funeral - the ice hammer.

In the next moment, the world exploded in Wisteria's vision.

The mass of cold air struck from far up in the sky turned into a huge hammer that itself attacked the demons that were swarming on the ground.

The range is vast and the power is immense. The attack, which allowed neither evasion nor resistance, was equivalent to dropping the sky itself.

The countless demons that had been blasting across the Catalan Desert were instantly crushed, crushed, and shattered without retaining their original form.

Immediately afterwards, a tremendous impact that made their bodies rise to the surface hit Wisteria from below. The impact of Sola's Power Technique struck not only the demons, but also the Catalan Desert.

The aftermath of the power technique didn't stop there.

The shockwave created by the fierce battle between the sky and the ground sent a tremendous wind pressure that scattered in all directions, sending a huge amount of sand flying high into the sky. The scattered sand was carried by the raging wind and spread its power further, creating a localized sandstorm.

What makes this storm different from ordinary sandstorms is that it was cold enough to freeze a living person in an instant. The deadly ice storm was formed by sand and ice.

Even if there were demons that survived the initial attack, they would be dead when caught in this storm. The hordes of demons, which were thought to be thoughtless and innumerable, must have been wiped out in the literal sense of the word.

A stunned murmur spills out of Wisteria's mouth. As if drawn by something, her gaze naturally turns to Sora.

Out of the corner of her eye, the dark-haired young man was laughing with the edges of his lips hanging up.......