Epilogue Maker (III)

I summoned my spear, honed through countless hours in the void, its power growing with each training session. It had become a formidable weapon, one that I couldn't summon to Chamenopolis without a compelling reason. This was the perfect moment for it. With a resolute voice, I called forth my spear, declaring, "Light Spear!"

"Please, Book, hold Chamenopolis steady for a moment. I want to face Belphegor alone," I requested of Brook.

"Alright, I'll do my best. Just remember to temper your power," Brook replied with a playful tone. Manifesting from my stigmata, the book opened, its pages fluttering, creating letters and words. It rose to a higher position, forming a shield of anchors—a fabrication of reality to protect those around us.