The time had come. Cross and Ink were fighting Fatal-Error. There was only one problem besides Fatal-Error's incredible speed. Cross managed to match it, but the problem was Fatal-Error's sticky red threads. Cross was fighting furiously and had some injuries. and that Ink was distracted during the battle:

"Ink, stop messing around and do something useful!"

Cross was struggling, but out of nowhere, the threads had entangled almost all of his bones, and when Cross struggled he cracked his arms. If he continued to exert force, he was going to lose his arms. Ink looked into the distance in horror. Cross gritted his teeth in anger and pain. Now Fatal-Error was preparing to attack Ink:

"Ink run, now!