Fallen into a semi-death state, the boy could only feel utter helplessness.
The enemy was stronger, faster, and more resilient. In the face of the authority of a god's avatar, there was no path that would lead him to victory.
His legs wouldn't move, his hands had no strength, his breath caught in his throat.
It was someone impossible to reach.
But even so, he couldn't give up. No… Not this boy. He had gained far too much to lose now.
And then, when he thought it was his end, someone stepped in front of him.
Blood flowed, but it wasn't his—nor the imposing enemy's he faced.
The demonic wolf's claws mutilated fresh flesh. The woman he had tried so desperately to protect fell. A hole in her chest and the light of life drained from her eyes.
Paralyzed, his mind unable to process it and, in fact, feeling utterly useless, Askr Renjou didn't know how to act in this situation.
Then… he decided to act.
And the theater began once more.
He forced his legs—the ones that had refused to move—to rise. He did it through sheer will.
His heart, which had always dreamed of the epic heroes of antiquity, finally granted him a strength he didn't even remember possessing.
And so the Theater became his epic.
No, not an epic… A romance.
The Einherjar Romanze.