In Fialat's black eyes, he saw a monster that looked like a pile of flesh. It was no longer a demonic beast, but something even more fearsome and incomprehensible than a demon. It was hard to believe that this was the end result of a single person, Mordor-Gorn.

　Without thinking, Fialaat looked up and stared at what appeared to be the face of the lump of flesh. The mouth of the lump of flesh was wide open, with nothing but a dimple in it. There was no tongue in it, no esophagus leading into it. So it's not exactly a mouth. Just a crevice in the flesh.

　A sickening thought tickled Fialat's guts, his insides. Not because of the fearlessness of the mass of flesh that stood before him. It was not because the lump of flesh that represented the beast was pointing a clear hostility towards him.

　But just the thought of the being that formed this beast makes Fialaat shiver uncontrollably. Humans do not naturally take this form. There is no way this nauseating work could be done without the intervention of anyone.

　So there it is.

　Someone has sculpted this lump of flesh, this fearsome beast, into this world. And that being must be completely uninterested in life. It must not even recognize the dignity of life. No matter what kind of life it is, it can be easily kneaded with its fingers, like a child playing with mud or clay. The presence of the beast in front of him made it easy to imagine. Fialaert fought to keep her throat from ripping out a scream.

　Slowly, much too slowly, the beast lifted its arm. The thick arm, which must have been taut with flesh, was the color of black blood. Feeling his eyebrows twitch, Fialaat took a step back, as if jumping.

　He didn't feel any particular threat. There was no mistaking the primordial fear and trepidation he felt at the sight of the approaching mass of flesh.

　Fialaert's dark eyes grew intense, and he closed his eyelids for a moment as the arm swung down.

　--And then, wham!

　At that moment. An ear-splitting roar consumed the surroundings. The sound itself became a wave of shock that came at Fialaat's body. It was so powerful that he almost couldn't even stand. Shaking his body, Fialaat unconsciously opened his eyelids.

　What he saw was the sight of crushed walls and corridors. It was as if some large demon had bitten into them with all its might.

　This is no good. Fialaat's heart told her, as the scene unfolded in front of her eyes.

　After all, that beast does not exist in the realm of human imagination. It's a being outside of reason, living within some twisted logic. Such an idea was born in Fialat's mind. The voice of the idea grew louder and louder, filling his brain in no time at all.

　This was definitely not a being that humans should confront. But then, should I run away as soon as possible? For the life of him, he couldn't figure it out. A thought was beginning to form in his mind.

　Of course, he believed that he should run. As a devotee of the intellect, Fialaat did not want to fight an entity that was outside the framework of knowledge. It would be too pointless, and too reckless to challenge them to a fight when you don't know what they're up to.

　So the right thing to do is to run away. No, even the word "flee" would be inappropriate in the face of this beast. What I feel from its body is fearlessness, just like disaster itself. No one calls avoiding a disaster running away.

　But," said Fialat, forcing his knees to buckle, he stood up and gritted his teeth. His dark eyes were fixed on the fleshy beast, and his black hair, which he usually kept in a bun, waved in the darkness today.

　--But Lugis will be here. And when he sees this beast, will he honestly run away?

　The answer was obvious.

　In order to chastise his legs for cowering and jumping backwards, Fialaat kicked the floor hard on the spot. His toes ached as if they were numb. He could feel his breath slowly exhaling out of his chest.

"Be firm, but natural," he said. I think I've gotten a little better at that, yeah.

　The teachings of the Volgograd family, which had not crossed her mind since she had taken Lugis' hand in Garou Amalia, suddenly came to mind. My cheeks fluttered slightly. I could feel a huge amount of magic power churning around in my stomach.

　That's all Fialaat can do right now. It's only letting out the magic stored in the city of Belle Fain to the world by sacrificing itself. Therefore, it does not mean that he can use the magic power freely, nor does it mean that he can use it as a medium for magic. It's just not the right material to use against the beast in front of you. Of course, I don't have much faith in my own abilities.

　But...

　Again, the beast's arm raised in a slow motion. The flesh-stretching arm was as vicious as it was nauseating. The mere touch of its fingertips on my body would probably blow off my arms, and if I were not careful, my intestines would stain the hallway.

　I hate it. The thought of confronting such a monster frightened me to death. I want to run away right now.

　Yeah, but... I'd hate to see Lugis fighting this monster after I've escaped. Even scarier.

　In the darkness, the glow of the flames danced over Fialaert's hands. The beast's movements are too slow, too grandiose. There was plenty of time to work out the magic. Of course, whether or not he would be able to survive that death is another story entirely.



　Ideally, you should be able to jump back, keep your distance, and put your magic into its head. But I don't think that's easy to do. Surely, once I fall back, I will never be able to face this beast again. I'm not brave enough or brave enough to do such a dexterous thing against this monster. Fialaert's teeth chattered occasionally, but she still tried her best to chant her magic and offer her breath to the world. The flames flickered and glittered in his palm.

　There is no doubt that this creature is made of human flesh. So it should be unable to escape its burning fate. The fire burns in the hair of the human body, and the fat that spreads in the body provides fuel for as much as possible. And what better way to extinguish this fearsome being than with fire.

"Pierce the canopy! Vermillion Serpent of Disorder, you were born with fangs.

　The flames devoured all of Fialaat's magic power and ran through the air with a great leap of his body. The vermilion glittered.

　Even the surrounding air was contained in its belly, and the flames coiled around the beast's arm as ferociously as a snake. That should be the end of it. That should be enough for an ordinary hexenbiest. That's what Fialaert had put into his magic. After all, every instinct in him screams. Show me your back, or I'll choke him out.

　The vermillion serpent coiled around the monster's arm and swallowed the flesh beast with its great mouth open. His black eyes stared at the scene as if he was praying.