The dragon roared in the west; Regina Caeli answered in the sky with a thunder of obsidian.

  In the plaza, there was only silence — and Nightmare No. 2, frozen in the embrace of the Void.

  Tailer walked forward until he stood one step away.

  The Twin Fangs exhaled frost in his hands.

  — You call yourself a Disaster. — he said quietly, unhurried. — Don’t make me laugh.

  His blue gaze plunged into the frozen chest.

  A gesture.

  Gravity reversed, pulling from the inside out:

  cartilage, veins, strands of mana — everything yielding to the vector Tailer commanded.

  The heart slid from the creature’s ribcage into its own hand,

  as if it had always belonged there.

  — Hold it. — Tailer ordered.

  And the muscles obeyed the gravitational field.

  Nightmare No. 2 trembled, unable to scream.

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  The heart beat slowly, black light struggling beneath the frost already forming around it.

  — In the old records, your kind was compared to gods.

  Tailer lifted his right hand, fingers poised for the final gesture.

  — You’re nothing but noise.

  The daggers crossed in an “X” before the heart;

  the air around them collapsed into thermal silence.

  — Absolute Zero. Enclosure.

  The heart turned to glass in a single breath.

  White cracks blossomed in delicate webs.

  Frost ran up the arm, the torso, the face —

  until every eye and tooth became a statue of winter.

  Tailer snapped his fingers.

  The world heard nothing —

  it only saw Nightmare No. 2 crumble into ice-ash,

  the heart shattering to dust in the very hand that held it.

  The white powder rose, spiraled, and dissolved as if it had never existed.

  The professor sheathed the Twin Fangs.

  One last crystal melted against his glove.

  — The heart of your ‘cold’… — he said, like a lecture note —

  — …was hollow.

  The wind returned.

  Far to the west, the shadow of the dragon staggered beneath an obsidian arc —

  Valquíria laughing wildly as she fought like a storm.

  Tailer lifted his chin toward the horizon, satisfied.

  — Queen, enjoy yourself.

  Then he walked forward, his white coat dragging through ashes that no longer existed.

  Behind him, soldiers finally breathed again.

  Some sank to their knees.

  Others cursed under their breath, shaken.

  One captain muttered:

  — So… this is what they call the Echoes of the Forest.

  Tailer didn’t answer.

  Silence was more than enough.

  End of Chapter 52.