บท 1277: The Losers

"Fine. Let's end things already."

Serah's response to Kuzon's words were met with a nod from Edward.

All three of them seemed to be in agreement as they looked at Ciel, and beyond at the cocoon.

"Perfect! Let's begin."

As already established by their past encounter, raw power mixed with the sheer energy they possessed was the best way to ruin the cocoon.

Unlike using regular Spells, this was much more difficult to do—especially considering the size of the cocoon was as big as a universe itself.

This was precisely why all three of them had decided to time their blows in order to achieve consecutive strikes.

And now, that time had come.

The scepter on Kuzon's hand slowly turned liquid. It wrapped itself around Kuzon's fist, causing it to shimmer even more than the rest of his body—if that was even possible.

Serah's dominant fist was now blackened intensely, with black and red energy dancing around it like a rabid storm.