"What?!"
"Didn't you get it?" Allen stood before Erigor, pulling back his fist. "One-Man Army… x40 Strength!"
The punch Erigor received caused a shockwave that swept through Oshibana. Had it been closer to the ground, it would've torn buildings from their foundations and destroyed much of Oshibana Town.
Lucy stared in shock at Allen's figure standing on the ground. She knew he was strong—he'd proven that already—but every time she saw him fight, it felt like she hadn't even scratched the surface of what this mysterious mage could do.
Erza crossed her arms with a smile on her face. "I wouldn't expect anything less from the man who defeated me…"
...
Far from the train station, lying on the ground, Erigor coughed up blood. "This is impossible… It can't end like this!"
Erigor pulled the Death Flute from his pocket. "If I go down… I'm taking everyone with me!"
Allen, who hadn't taken his eyes off Erigor, widened them. He had misread him. Not just him—Gilgamesh, even The Emperor had been wrong. The flute had always been connected to Erigor.
"Stop!" Allen sprinted toward Erigor—but he was a step too late.
...
Behind the curtain… the devil smiled…