As for March 7th's safety, Sylvia wasn't particularly worried.
For starters, that beam of light was just one out of over a dozen.
On top of that, the Doomsday Beast's offensive capability had already been forcibly halved by Sylvia's scorching flas. Even if it did hit March 7th, her own Six-Phase Ice would likely prevent anything too serious.
And from Sylvia's vantage point, she could clearly see what Stelle was doing.
Acting on instinct, Stelle rushed in front of March 7th, spreading her arms wide and stubbornly blocking the Doomsday Beast's attack with her own body.
It happened in an instant.
No one noticed what Stelle went through in that mont.
But as the Stellaron within her chest erupted with a light of annihilation, the energy shockwave unleashed toward the Doomsday Beast instantly shattered its remaining will.
However, Sylvia had no ti to worry about the Beast now.
Because she still hadn't spotted Welt anywhere.
If Welt didn't show up to save the day, Sylvia might have to step in herself.
But truth be told, Sylvia didn't know how to suppress that runaway Stellaron inside Stelle either.
Just as Sylvia abandoned the Doomsday Beast and leaped toward the platform, a figure appeared in her line of sight seemingly out of nowhere.
Welt traversed the void, bypassing the Doomsday Beast, and arrived before the out-of-control Stelle. With a tap of his cane on her forehead, she lost consciousness and settled down.
Sylvia, arriving a step later, caught the unconscious Stelle in her arms.
Nearby, March 7th, who had staggered and nearly been blown away, hurried over. She looked at Stelle, then at Welt.
"Uncle Yang! She..."
"She's fine now."
Suppressing the shock in his heart, Welt reassured March 7th.
Only then did he finally have a mont to properly observe Sylvia.
When Sylvia was holding off the Doomsday Beast earlier, Welt was rushing over from the train.
Combined with the raging flas, he hadn't noticed the petite figure of Sylvia on the Beast's body.
It was only the mont he made his move that Sylvia suddenly appeared, making him realize there had been soone up there all along.
But after resolving the crisis and finally getting a clear look at Sylvia's appearance and attire, an involuntary tension seized his muscles, stirring up too many mories within Welt.
"..."
Silence stretched between Welt and Sylvia.
This wasn't the first ti Welt had encountered soone who looked familiar to him—even Hiko shared a na with soone he knew.
But having the sa appearance and na was one thing… Could soone tell him why this white-haired girl before him even wore identical armor?
And that greatsword!
Good grief, unless his eyes were failing him, the sword in Sylvia's hand looked exactly like the one Kiana used in that other world.
'Please don't tell your na is Kiana Kaslana too.'
In that instant, a torrent of complex thoughts flooded Welt's mind.
The resemblance was uncanny—no, it went beyond resemblance. This was practically Kiana Kaslana from that era, recreated!
Even the usually carefree March 7th sensed sothing was off now.
"Uncle Yang… do you… know Sylvia?"
"Sylvia? Oh… right…"
March 7th's voice snapped Welt out of his daze. He blinked, instinctively adjusting his glasses.
'You've got to be kidding .'
That face, that armor, that greatsword… If not for the flas on her being a different color, it'd be a near one-to-one replica. And now you're telling her last na isn't Kaslana?
'Do you think I'm an idiot or sothing?'
Despite the internal storm, Welt kept his composure on the surface.
"Ahem… my apologies. Miss Sylvia's appearance reminds of an old acquaintance. I am Welt Yang, a mber of the Astral Express."
"Hello, I'm Sylvia."
Sylvia was still holding Stelle in her arms. This girl acted a bit goofy when awake, but unconscious, she looked like a rather handso, cool beauty.
She handed Stelle over to March 7th for the mont and said, "I'm going to check on the Doomsday Beast. Don't want anyone scavenging it. I'll catch up with you all later!"
With that, Sylvia sheathed her greatsword, took a powerful leap, and shot off the platform wreathed in flas.
Welt gave Hiko a questioning look.
Seeing her slight nod, Welt pushed his glasses up. "Let's find another place to talk once Miss Sylvia returns."
Sylvia rushed out from the platform, her gaze sweeping the area until she quickly spotted the Doomsday Beast drifting toward The Blue.
It showed no signs of turning to ash, and the flas on its body were still burning. It probably hadn't been instantly killed by that 'counter' from Stelle earlier.
Propelled by flas, Sylvia swiftly closed the distance, using her threads to hoist it up again. This ti, however, she was preventing it from crashing into The Blue.
Reinvigorated by Sylvia's support, the flas erupted with renewed vitality. And now, with the Doomsday Beast offering no resistance, the assimilation process accelerated dramatically.
Within minutes, it was complete, bringing the Beast fully under Sylvia's control.
Wrapped in flas, the Doomsday Beast transford into an awe-inspiring fire dragon. Simultaneously, all its injuries were nded and restored by Sylvia's flas.
Finally rousing due to its powerful physique and newly evolved strength, the Doomsday Beast—now devoid of any hostility—let out a couple of gentle, submissive calls toward Sylvia.
The flas covering its body receded, flowing entirely into the core at its chest. Once an antimatter engine, it now burned with the fire of a Heliobus.
Compared to Mount No.1, which struggled to internalize its flas, the Doomsday Beast clearly had much finer control over its energy, showcasing its superior power.
Perched on the Beast's neck, Sylvia rode it back to the space station's platform.
Whoosh—
This ti, the Doomsday Beast landed on the platform with extre gentleness, poking its head into the corridor to co face-to-face with March 7th and the others.
Sylvia appeared from behind it, smiling at the Express crew and Asta, who had joined via communication.
"Hey, all set. The Doomsday Beast is successfully tad. The alert can be lifted now."
"Roooaar~"
The Doomsday Beast let out an agreeing rumble beside her.
Unfortunately, due to its size, the sound nearly blew March 7th away. Good thing the Beast didn't have sothing like saliva.
Even Asta in the video call was montarily at a loss by the roar.
"Sigh… Sylvia, you really… do love giving headaches," Asta said with a smile, massaging her temple.
"A single Trampler was one thing—it's fairly small, after all. But this Doomsday Beast is different. With its huge size plastered on the space station, anyone passing by will see it. Who are you trying to scare to death?"
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