Tamayo didn't just trample the devil.
She unleashed everything. All her tail abilities—on him.
If she ever did that to me, I'd be bedridden!
Blue tip: Space control. Warp. Displace. Erase.
Green tip: Time manipulation. Subtle Reverse, Pause, and Speed up.
Red tip: Reality warping. Turn stone into metal. Metal into acid.
Violet tip: Strength of god-like quality. Both physical and magical. She tore through Owl-devil's limbs like they weren't even protected.
Gold tip: Mind control. Not just a little hypnosis—she could command an entire town to sleep forever. It also gave Tamayo the ability to take over minds, and increase her thinking faculty and analytical abilities.
Silver tip: Future sight. She knew Owl-head's every move before he did. He was literally in the palm of her hand.
Brown tip: Earth control. The ground itself was her weapon.
Black tip: Void's proxy. She summoned darkness so dense, so deep, it was as if the abyss itself had arrived.
But of course, each ability needed to be activated—she couldn't start using them all at once.
I have no idea how the devil managed to slip out of that void hug, though.
Desperation is a hell of a motivator.
The White Tip gave her proficiency in Holy and pure energy attribute—something no dark—attributed Principality should possess.
Then again… I have them too.
We're all anomalies.
"It's not over… It's not over yet!!"
The devil roared, trying to set up some massive transformation moment, like he was about to ascend into his final form.
And then…
He ran.
One frantic flap of his wings and the sheer force cracked the earth beneath him.
In an instant, he was gone.
Honestly, he would have truly escaped—if his opponent was anyone but Tamayo.
With a single flick of her blue tail, she pulled some god-level space warping crap…
And poof.
Owl-head was right back in front of us, confusion labeling his bird-like countenance.
When they'd had their fill of their chew toy, my subordinates did what all good beasts do after a hunt.
They ran straight for me—for praise.
"…I don't want any more pain. Please… I just want to go home. My loved ones… They're waiting for me."
He begged.
For a second, I thought he was going for the cool soldier's farewell, like "I have suffered enough—finish me with honor."
But no.
He just wanted to "go home."
Where exactly is home, buddy?
If it's hell, don't worry—I'll deport you back there soon enough. Just don't rush me.
Tamayo, arrogant as ever, was fishing for praise.
I'll admit—she dazzled me. But she shouldn't let it get to her head.
Maybe I should have Levi utterly defeat her one day—just to teach her some humility?
She was already in a heated argument with Levi and Alicia, declaring she'd surpass even me soon.
And honestly?
It seemed plausible.
{Untrue, Master. Even if by mere inches, none of your subordinates can surpass you. Their strength is your strength. If they grow stronger, you will be equally rewarded. In the first place, their power stems from you. You will never be surpassed.}
Huh.
Platform is giving me words of encouragement.
I should probably check if Sarvest is coming to hunt me.
{Thank you for the compliment.}
Ah. No, well...sorry.
Anyway, we were done relieving stress.
Time to head to Coastelle and have some delicious reptile meat.
…Oh, right. This grime of the bowing on the ground.
"Let me get rid of this dried-up weed first."
The devil was barely hanging on, caked in layers of city-destroying attacks from me, Tamayo, and the Specters.
He was NOT okay. Trust me.
I guess I should…
Put him out of his misery now.
*
Alright, alright—we're executing him. For no reason in particular.
Now, the important question: what attack should we use?
Scrolling… scrolling… scrolling…
(Ah, Platform, what's this one?)
{That is [Falling Star], obtained when you conquered the elementals at Gihon.}
Oh yeah.
I remember getting a powerful ability back then—but I had tossed it to the back shelf with all the other forgotten weapons of mass destruction.
I wonder why.
Welp.
Might as well see what it does.
The moment I activated it, an insane amount of magic power drained from me.
Oh, boy.
This is going to be a big one.
Warn me about stuff like this, Platform, would you?!
I was at 87% before. Now? 49%.
This better be worth it.
I immediately ordered the wolves to clear out and brace themselves—because I didn't even know what was coming.
Falling Star, though.
Probably means it falls from above, right?
I really, really hope it isn't an actual star.
If it is, Pison's done for.
Then, it began.
The sky darkened in an instant.
The air rippled—no, it shook, like something untold was awakening.
A violent gale tore through the battlefield, howling like an approaching tragedy.
And then, peeking through the clouds—
A lake-sized, burning, black-crimson furnace.
It rumbled.
It roared.
A monstrous, bone-chilling sound that wasn't thunder—it was something else.
Something primordial.
Something apocalyptic.
And it was descending.
I see.
This ability is totally…
USELESS!
For starters—Mr. Owl-head there is already trying to escape.
Not that he could, since Levi decided to be a thorn in his side.
But still—this thing is too damn slow.
Anyone with half a brain cell and a good pair of legs could outrun it.
Okay, not that slow; but someone fast—who could cover miles in seconds—could escape easily.
And maybe—just maybe—I didn't adjust the range and positioning, but it looked like I was about to get wiped out too. Funny enough.
Oh, and did I mention?
It ate up basically half my magic energy. Which, in case you don't know, is a lot.
Now I remember why I toss some abilities to the back shelf.
And at the back shelf, they shall remain.
"Haha... Hahaha... Hahahahahahahaha!!"
Owl-head stood there, laughing like some deranged comet-worshiping lunatic, all while tears streamed down his face.
Already lost it, have you?
Poor guy.
Its moments like this where a background music seeps in.
But this is a novel, so no sound.
Or rather, let me do the honors;
♪ It's been a loooooooong day,
without you my friend! ♪
Oh, wait.
That song and this era doesn't match.
At any rate, the screeching sound of the falling star would act as his background music.
Reality—me—is just that cruel.