On the contrary! The quickest death for Yuna?!

(とんでもない! ユナの即死? !)

And so fast his promise to the Goddess, to rid of their enemies who caused them grief, had left his conscious.

The pounding, randomizing attacks kept to him like a spiral of wind. Arion danced on his heels as he twirled from the shocks against his body. Back of the head, his waist, his face; the swiftness from each punch and kick left him addled, and with bemused thoughts.

What made the four Saints—who triumphed over Gold Saints and three Terrae— fight so diligently? As the fourth and strongest Terrae, to drop his guard for a second, was perhaps due to him respecting them.

What is it!? Anger? Determination? Sense of justice? Belligerence? Or is it…love? I see. Human passion. Love. But he woke up and found a slight window opening to act. Arion crossed his arms ahead his face. Then, the Saints are caught in a thick, pressurized layer in the air. Between his hands, swerving his eyes, he could see Kouga, Eden, Souma and Yuna in mid-attack. Their limbs outstretched or withdrawn, arm and leg, it looked to be in slow motion.

"Amative Saints. I seek only the perseverance of the Mother Goddess. An amicable Goddess."

Even though they had moxie, the Saints were still in trouble from being unable to use their Cosmos. Unlike their opponent.

Arion swung out his arms and the layer of hidden pressure dispersed—in a wave of force that threw the four Saints backwards. Shortly after, he faced the eyes of those that never gives up; Kouga gained footing and charged forward.

"Pegasus, without your Cosmos, you are like a normal human, facing a powerful mass. You are quite useless before me." Cosmos rose around Arion's body, and his eyes flashed a golden light as he reached out with a palm.

"Chiron's Pride."

Kouga and the other Saints looked ahead for only a second or two: An apparition of a group of men—with the lower half of their bodies and legs that of horses—carrying recurved bows, drawn back taut with arrows. The arrows were painted pristine white. When the bowstrings were released, the Saints saw flashes, and then black. It was not an illusion; Arion saw each Saint struck by an arrow of light and pinned flat against the ground on their faces. The shockwave that hit them unleashed an adrenaline that made them blind. It didn't feel as if their skin, and their hearts, were torn, but rather, it felt like being hit then mowed down by a stampede of buffalo. They would not realize it was the work of a superlative venom; the Terrae's attack was meant to immobilize the target without fail, if not kill. Arion held his hands, crossing him over his abdomen as he eyed the Saints on the ground, each one with an arrow in them. There was no motion, and all he thought of was an assured victory. He turned to walk away, but didn't leave. The "miracle" that the Bronzes made continued to itch at his mind: After all, the weakest of the Saint hierarchy having managed to pass three Terrae. Arion turned to look over his shoulder.

A moan had entered his ear. Looking a bit further, Arion saw a body moving and blandly spoke, "I do not like hurting women."

"That is unfortunate." The one who stood was the Saint with golden locks, Aquila Yuna. She took in a few breaths and widened her legs in a readying, attack stance. She wasn't a least bit perturbed by the arrow in her body, or her friends lying prone on the ground. Rather, she contained her courage and kept herself intact to fulfill the mission. She felt the Chiron Pride to the depths, the heaviness that threatened to revert her back to the darkness, but her body and Cloth kept together.

"Megaera nearly killed us, but our friend sacrificed himself to help us forward. I am proof of that, and I must fight."

After taking some steps towards Yuna, Arion grabbed the cuff of his robe's sleeve and pulled it back, revealing his right bare arm. Over his wrist was a brown, three-pronged tattoo; his face did not show it, but he burdened a swirl of thoughts, his golden eyes transfixed on Yuna.

"What's your name, young lady?"

"Bronze Saint of Athena, Aquila Yuna."

"I see. Yuna, I must correct you. It is not unfortunate that I dislike fighting women." Yuna cocked her eyebrows at Arion's words, wondering what he meant, while also thinking that he was rather talkative. However, she was convinced that the Terrae harnessed high attack power that she had to be cautious of.

"On the contrary—it is fortunate."

"What do you mean?"

Arion didn't follow with an answer, and thrusted out his palm. Yuna expected to be blown back, but instead, her instincts chilled. A sensation caused her eyes to widen; a loud ethereal sound, like the propeller blades of a helicopter, roared through her ears. Her stomach churned and no courage or positive thoughts could stabilize her anxiety. She turned her head away from Arion and looked behind her.

Holding his arm up with his other hand, the Fourth Terrae spoke as a vibration captured his body. "It means that you will have to die quicker than most. Immediately."

Before Aqulia Yuna's eyes was dark matter. A vacuum, dotted with dimly lit stars, suddenly materialized behind Yuna in a fissure across the air. The rip was about her size. Before she could wrap her head around what was happening, her feet began to slowly float from off the ground. A force was pulling her body, and she helplessly began to drift into the rip. Arion trembled, bending his knees, and holding the soles of his feet against the ground.

"Yuna!"

Before Aquila entered the rip headfirst, something grasped her leg.

"Yuna! If you go in there, you may surely die!" Attempting to hold the ground with his other hand, while attempting to pull Yuna back into the temple garden, Lionet Souma had regained consciousness.

Arion's eyes widened. Those two…how?! That can only mean…no, they should die.

The Terrae spread out his fingers, and the rip expanded by its edges. The pressure increased; the unconscious Koga and Eden began to drift into the air and towards the rip. Souma's voice raised at his hand pulled off the ground, and both he and Yuna would be the first to go in.

The moment they crossed the threshold, their eyesight began to dim; it felt that their souls were gradually slipping away.

"No, I won't give in here!"

As a promise was made, a great light cupped Souma. He and Yuna malleably stretched within the dark matter. Their screams bated Arion's insecurity as he waited for their demise. All he needed to do was wait for Pegasus and Orion to be sucked in.

Those two were caught—-in Lionet's hands outside of the fissure leading into the dark matter. Arion's face could not hold back surprise. He murmured low as to there being one possible reason, then one of his knees fell to the ground. As his body vibrated, his eyesight fuzzed; the pupil of one of his eyes constricted. He hissed in a low breath. Then, the voice of God would reach him.

Arion stop! Have you gone mad?!