Meanwhile, in a cave within Arc Luatine territory, a certain someone said,
"Lord Drake, it's done. The nuisance who was threatening the peace is no more."
Drake replied, "Even though he deserved it, doing it in such a gruesome way was unnecessary. Regardless of who it may be, everyone deserves a proper death. Lyd, I don't want to see such monstrous acts ever again. And did you place the documents at the site?"
Lyd responded, "Understood, sir. The documents have been placed as requested. Now they shall know the truth."
On the other side of the cave, there were whispers:
"Even though Drake is strong… is he really fit to be our leader? He's far too soft to reform the nation."
Meanwhile, at Corefury HQ, Licht returns.
Roy says, "Good to have you back, sir."
Licht replies, "Nowhere I'd rather be."
Meanwhile, in Speal, Astrea shouts:
Air, unchained, fiercely flared,
Thunderous, the heavens tear!
Gales shall break, walls shall fall,
At my command — Wind Platzte!
As his fist becomes covered in condensed wind, Astrea thinks to himself:
This is my strongest attack… It allows me to channel the power of the Zephyr Zing into a single blow.
Meanwhile, at Existforger HQ, Lucifer asks, "Celestio, how are you doing?"
Celestio replies, "I'm doing just fine, Captain."
Lucifer nods. "So, have you talked to your younger brother in the last few days?"
Celestio lowers his gaze. "Sorry, sir. As sad as it may be… I don't have any siblings in this world."
Back in Speal, as Astrea and Moss Hue clash, the creature's attack is strong—overwhelming. But Astrea's ultimate strike collides head-on, creating shockwaves that echo for miles. Still, Moss Hue manages to push Astrea back.
Astrea grits his teeth, then channels Wind Burst into his left arm and delivers a powerful uppercut.
"Now we're even!" he declares, knocking Moss Hue backwards.
Seeing Astrea's condition, the Moss Hue tries to escape, forming a wooden shield on its back.
Astrea yells, "Wind Platzte: Duel Mode!" and shatters the shield.
He follows through with a devastating combo—strikes flowing like a storm. The Moss Hue is broken into pieces. There is nothing left.
Finally, the Moss Hue is no more.
Astrea has won.