The scene continues to play out.

Chips rain down from above as the golden light screen keeps expanding, seemingly intending to engulf all of Penacony.

A muffled laugh emerges from behind the mask as Aventurine hovers high in the sky, looking down at the people below.

"Emanator — you'll definitely call the bet, right?"

[Himeko: Is there an Emanator present? I assume that refers to Miss Acheron, correct?]

[Acheron: I'm afraid I am not the Emanator]

At this moment in the scene, Aventurine stands poised, ready to strike. With a sudden wave of his arm, the columns of chips that were falling slowly but ominously now pour down like a torrential rain.

Accompanied by the piercing whistling sound of the rapidly falling chip rain, they shoot down like a volley of arrows, mercilessly attacking the towering skyscrapers in the Golden Hour.

Under the powerful impact, the previously impregnable stone walls instantly shatter into countless fragments, while the fragile glass shatters effortlessly, spraying outwards. These broken pieces fly out like shrapnel at an alarming speed, then crash heavily onto the ground with a series of dull thuds. At the same time, billowing clouds of dust rise up like surging waves, engulfing the entire space.

Faced with Aventurine's ferocious and fierce assault, Himeko and Welt do not hesitate for a moment, quickly moving to shield March 7th and Stella. The chainsaw in Himeko's hands begins to emit a bone-chilling ripping roar; meanwhile, Welt summons a small, deep black hole in his hand that gradually expands, attempting to block Aventurine's attack.

[March 7th: Oh, Uncle Yang and Himeko are shielding us!]

[Stella: Like you said, even if the sky falls, Uncle Yang will hold it up.]

[March 7th: Hehe~]

However, Acheron, standing behind them, merely watches all of this unfold silently. Her eyes reveal a hint of helplessness and regret as she lets out a soft sigh, as if she had already anticipated the outcome of this battle.

Time seems to freeze, everything slowing to a crawl, with only Acheron's figure remaining in the frame.

The chips falling from the sky, accompanied by droplets of rain descending from the heavens, pass by her extremely slowly like translucent pearls, before gently floating to the ground.

[Sushang: What's happening! Time has slowed down so much, even the raindrops...]

[Welt: It's Miss Acheron's speed that's too fast. From her perspective, the world moves at such a slow pace, even Aventurine's movements.]

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Following this, she unhesitatingly takes determined steps, passing beyond the figures of the others as if strolling through slowed time, arriving at the forefront of the attack. She slowly raises her arm high, red markings beginning to spread from her palm, extending all along her arm.

"I wish to mourn the departed, weeping like rain, to swell the crossing stream...as the tide arrives, leading you back home"

As these words leave her mouth, the color further recedes from Acheron's body, her signature purple hair now turning snow white. She slowly raises the sword at her side, her right hand gradually gripping the hilt, as if sensing something.

At this moment, she opens her eyes, blood-colored tears streaming down her cheeks, leaving crimson trails on her exquisitely beautiful face.

Suddenly, the entire scene begins to flicker. In an instant, a shocking sight appears before everyone: a young girl with twin horns on her head stands steadily in the midst of a massive sword cemetery, her hand resting on the long sword hanging at her waist.

However, this image flashes for only a moment before vanishing like an illusion. When the scene switches back, Acheron has fully drawn her long sword.

"As the tide arrives, leading you back home." With Acheron's soft whisper, a powerful and mysterious force emanates from her body.

The ominous aura gradually fades, and everything around seems to lose its color, leaving only Acheron's desolate red in the world. As the blade leaves its sheath, Acheron swings the long sword with tremendous force, sending out a blood-colored beam of light that races towards Aventurine like lightning.

In an instant, the blood-red sword light expands like a newly rising crescent moon, rapidly swelling into a black and white ripple that blots out the sky. Those unfortunate chips swept by the blade's light seem to lose their supporting force, falling powerlessly. With an ear-splitting explosion, the chips burst apart, shattering into countless fragments that shoot backwards.

Faced with such an overwhelming force, Aventurine is utterly powerless to resist, only able to watch helplessly as the fatal blade light approaches. With a muffled grunt from Aventurine, the blade light mercilessly engulfs him.

However, this sweeping blade light does not stop there. It continues forward, easily shattering the light screen Aventurine had previously used to envelop the Cloack Shadow Puppet Show.

The aftermath of this terrifying force surges outward like roaring waves, frantically sweeping towards the surrounding skyscrapers.

Amid the deafening "boom" of thunderous explosions, billowing smoke rises into the air, obscuring the sky and earth, as if threatening to devour the entire world.

Then the light and dust dissipate completely, vanishing without a trace, just as suddenly as they had appeared.

If not for the massive gap still remaining in the sky, cleaved open by that recent strike, the spectating crowd might have thought the scene they just witnessed was merely an illusion.

Two strikes fallen, Acheron slowly sheathes her sword. The raindrops, previously frozen in time, resume their flow, falling ceaselessly upon the earth.

[March 7th: That's, that's terrifying! Is this power really something a person can possess? To actually split open the dreamscape with a single sword strike!]

[Acheron: One strike... that description isn't quite accurate. It was actually two strikes, just that the second one was rather quick.]

[March 7th: Oh my! That's not the point! I had no idea you were this strong, Miss Acheron!]

[Boothill: Meow damn, Sea-Roving Ranger my ass, your power definitely doesn't come from patrolling the seas.]

[Acheron: ...I apologize, I am indeed not a Sea-Roving Ranger, but I am fulfilling the last wish of a friend.]

[Acheron: He had a relic he wanted to pass on to the Sea-Roving Rangers, but since their whereabouts are always unpredictable and elusive, it was extremely difficult to track them down. So this method was devised out of necessity.]

[Boothill: You little darling who owes me a meow, give me your address. I'm coming to find you right now.]