The female giant didn’t dare et the Lance’s strike, retreating to keep her distance.
But Aiwass feinted a charge, halting abruptly.
In that split-second misstep, she stumbled out of his attack range.
Their height difference was vast.
Even enlarged by the cauldron, Aiwass stood three ters tall—against her ten ters, he was like a child or a large dog.
Her slight retreat put her beyond his reach.
She realized this, her pupils constricting.
How can this human wield Rhongomyniad?!
Too late.
Aiwass beca a white phantom, darting to her side with lightning speed. His fla-wreathed Lance drove into her heart from behind like a nail.
Holy flas surged into her rubble-like skin, cracking it like a web and sparking faintly.
The critical hit weakened her instantly, though she didn’t die.
Aiwass, gripping the Lance one-handed, hung in the air.
He kicked off her body, wrenching the Lance free.
As he fell, she swung her axe viciously at the defenseless Aiwass.
But he didn’t flinch, a wild, eerie grin on his face.
He didn’t block, letting the blow send him flying.
It dealt no damage, instead restoring him to peak condition.
As he was flung, he raised the Lance, poised to strike.
In that instant, he beca a white specter again, elegantly darting to her nape.
She reflexively swung her axe to parry and dodge, but the phantom bypassed it, landing on her shoulder. The Lance pierced her right clavicle.
Her hand shot toward Aiwass’s head—her size could crush his skull. She could do it.
As he pulled the Lance free, the shadow demon ford a spiral spear, striking her throat.
Under the Supre Sky’s divine protection, it barely scratched her.
But it clung to her, letting Aiwass defy gravity, sprinting across her body. In two steps, he reached her head, grabbing her hair.
He raised the Lance like a steel spike, aiming for her nape.
She couldn’t escape its lock—even shaking him off would trigger a counterattack.
A killing blow.
“—Arthur!!”
A roar ca from the door. Aspervaton, the Giant Chieftain, arrived late.
“I should’ve eaten you!”
He recognized Aiwass’s warrior body as “Arthur” and the Lance as Rhongomyniad—his nephew’s weapon, the Candlekeeper’s apostle, Karstenning, his wife’s forr husband, whom he’d killed.
This Lance could kill his wife.
His bloodshot, yellow-glowing eyes fixed on Aiwass, petrifying him mid-strike.
“Mr. Alastair!” Barton cried.
Lily leapt from the shadows, attacking Aspervaton, but her gray threads couldn’t budge him.
He didn’t even notice her, his gaze locked on Aiwass.
The female giant, reacting swiftly, grabbed the petrified Aiwass from her nape, tearing her hair to fling him away.
But the stone shell cracked inexplicably.
A black storm erupted from Aiwass, forcing her to release him.
Spell: Shadow Cloak (Moon)
Requirent: Darkness 1
Instant, Non-Contact, Imdiate Effect
Effect: Repels nearby targets, instantly removes seals, freezes, burns, bindings, or petrification, granting full invisibility for one minute ( 30%). If invisibility breaks, all hostile targets seeing you are cursed with an effect equivalent to “Blinding Curse.”
A crafted spell card Aiwass brought into the ritual.
In the roaring shadow torrent, he vanished.
Her throw pushed her out of his Lance’s range.
The next instant, blood sprayed.
Aiwass erged from invisibility, his Lance piercing her eye.
Holy flas burst in her skull, shattering it.
Aspervaton roared, reaching for Aiwass.
Aiwass felt an overwhelming threat—far beyond the female giant’s.
But it was too late.
The ritual’s ti ended.
Aiwass fell from the air.
Ignoring Aspervaton, he flashed Barton a radiant smile, raising three fingers as if reminding him of sothing.
A white light flared, the dream world collapsing.
Before everyone, dead or alive, a montage played:
A monk, hands clasped, dousing flas, then pierced by urchin-like shadows.
A panicked figure retreating, hanged by shadow threads, head severed.
A blank-faced figure winding gray threads into a rope, strangling a calm, resigned victim.
The sa figure, sitting, holding another unresisting victim, snapping their neck.
A red-faced man shouting, impaled by a massive shadow spear, lting into a shadow mire.
A cowering man fixated on a breached bronze door, unaware of a faceless shadow demon behind, grinning hideously, claws on his shoulder, whispering, then piercing him with barbed spikes.
Finally, a youth, heart pierced by the shadow demon, falling limply, grinning wildly, raising three fingers, staring at—or through—the lens.
The montage froze on his smile, collapsing into a sea of blood, dripping to the ground.
Unlike the Full Moon Ritual, this “highlight reel” showed no giant-slaying, only death replays.
Aiwass returned to the blood-sea world.
No other chairs remained, only Gawain, the silver-armored knight with a golden holy sword, nodding slightly at him.
Screens flashed with Aiwass’s score:
Mandatory Task Completed
Non-Mandatory Kills: Killing Others (Points: 1200)
Escape Crisis: Leave Your Storage Room (Points: 500)
I Am the Saint!: Hold the Holy Lance (Points: 100)
Transcendent’s Nature: Actively Attack a Giant and Deal Effective Damage (Points: 1000)
Courage to Defeat the Strong: Kill a Giant with the Holy Lance (Points: 3000)
Total Points: 5800, Rank: First
A never-before-seen Pillar God appeared—a serpentine dragon with purple-red scales, covered in shifting green-to-blue feathers, its tail adorned with lush blue-purple plus like a phoenix or peacock, and wings with two golden feathers trailing like a bishop’s stole.
The Serpent Father, Pillar God of Transcendence.
It coiled in the air, dropping a blue-purple feather.
It burst before Aiwass, becoming smoke he inhaled.
Three heavy hums sounded, three purple lights gleaming:
Challenger’s Courage (Purple): You’ve defeated the undefeatable. Facing the strong, you won’t waver.
Silent Revenant (Purple): You’ve died and risen. You may die again, but you’ll return in silence.
Shadow Avatar (Purple): You are the vessel and the incarnation. Shadows are no longer your enemy.
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