"Fuck!"
The White Star could not stop the power that was pulling him in.
'How could a power like this exist?'
It seemed to be some kind of power that stored or sealed something in a designated spot.
The White Star was not shocked at the power itself.
'...This is not magic.'
This power was not a magic spell.
It obviously wasn't aura either.
But it also wasn't an ancient power.
He had never felt a power like this before.
After living numerous lives, the White Star was sensing a power like this for the first time.
It was as if it didn't exist in this world before.
'Hold on. It didn't exist in this world?'
The White Star recalled the scene he saw thanks to Bear King Sayeru, of a bloodied Cale moving to the sculptures and destroying them as if he had transcended time.
That had not seemed like an ancient power either.
'2 years.'
Cale Henituse had said that he had done all of these things in just two years.
Then who was Cale Henituse before he possessed this body?
Where had he come from?
The aura with the fear of death was surrounding the White Star's entire body, but he was feeling a different kind of fear.
An alarm went off in his mind.
'The Divine World? The Demon World?'
No.
Cale Henituse was different from those existences.
Then there was only one answer.
"...A different dimension?"
He looked at Cale Henituse's response to his hypothesis.
Over half of the White Star's arm had already been sucked in. Cale walked forward to close the gap, now that everything up to the White Star's shoulder was being sucked in, raised his hand, and whispered.
"You finally figured it out."
Cale's eyes moved at that moment. The White Star's other arm that had not been sucked in yet... A fire sword appeared in that hand once again.
What Cale had stored in the button was the released power of the wind-fire mixture; it was not the White Star's ability itself.
The fire sword was swung again immediately.
The White Star's gaze was still focused on Cale.
Bang!
There was another loud explosion.
"My my."
Cale quietly spoke.
"I can't let you do that."
"Ugh!"
The White Star lowered his gaze.
The fire sword had not aimed for Cale; it had aimed for the White Star's own arm.
His arm was being sucked into the golden plaque. The White Star had planned on cutting it off.
Ooooooooong-
However, a silver shield was surrounding that arm.
"Look, there's actually a time where I protect you."
Cale had protected the White Star's arm.
"Fuck!"
The White Star could not hide his raging emotions. Too many things that destroyed his mind were happening all at once.
Cale focused on his heart.
Boom. Boom.
His beating heart pushed forth power into a certain location even stronger.
It was his hand that was holding the golden plaque.
Ooooooooong—!
The golden plaque roared and the White Star had to push off with his leg and pull his body back.
