"So Spaceti Exile brings spaceti flow carried by Sands of Ti to normal flow-rate worlds! Quite beautiful."
First-ti user of the strongest ultimate move, Hyacinth was deeply moved, standing before the mountain-like Catastrophic Disaster Beast corpse gazing at the sky. Silver sand outlined white threads, reminding people of a long-unntioned codena: Lyra.
Well-deserved.
Milky Way falling nine heavens, spanning thousands of miles, clearly visible from New Zealand Island to Drake Passage.
Sleeping Beauty observing the battlefield from the space station's eyes flickered with light. Surrounding staff likewise exclaid, because this mont actually carved beautiful scars across the planet's surface.
Magnificent scenery bore no signature, but everyone's hearts echoed common answers. Magic resonance made myriad individuals faintly aware of ti attributes. Only one person in the world could climb such heights. Even without frontline news spreading, they were reassured—dust settled, victory locked.
"...Over 30 seconds before fading. Fortunately it aid at Mantle shooting skyward, otherwise destructive power would be hard to estimate."
Hibiscus muttered to herself, gaining new insights into Sands of Ti.
Just as she imrsed in comprehension, distant Magical Girls hurriedly flew over, faces anxious yet joyful—surviving catastrophe felt wonderful.
"Hyacinth is the strongest!!!"
Church companions erupted in cheers and celebration, overjoyed, even lifting the silver-haired girl high for sitting acknowledgnt waves amid laughter. Now the sea surface's devastation, bloody slls, and gunpowder scents no longer mattered. However terrible the scenery, this mont remained beautiful. Everyone again joined hands overcoming difficulties together with human civilization's victory.
Originally when Catastrophic Disaster Beast arrived, they'd almost despaired, struggling purely on willpower with death resolve. Unexpectedly they ultimately triumphed—all was well.
Magical Girls celebrated not just for Hibiscus but themselves. Personally participating in historic turning points was tempering for Church mbers, truly feeling weighty responsibility. This crisis also shaped hearts, strengthened magic.
What else couldn't be faced?
After putting Hyacinth down, the group walked straight toward the dragon-turtle's massive corpse.
Though half its body was completely annihilated by Sands of Ti, the remaining carcass still radiated majesty.
That island-like turtle shell had shrunk but beco more towering and solid, covered in spikes with sharp edges, chilling to behold from afar.
Such magnificent creatures could actually be killed.
Hibiscus slightly beckoned, her hair ornant lighting as psychic power excavated crystal from the corpse—the most complete core crystal so far. The mont it appeared, everyone felt dizzy, representing Knowledge Poison presence. Too precious—a full 5-ter-high yellow ore. Hermit Island's future energy supply was basically worry-free.
"If we separate the part for the Thousand-Li Viewing Mirror, it should strengthen considerably," Dandelion suggested.
"I have many interesting spell formations to try," Jin Ruochu said eagerly.
Jin Yulu thought they should keep part as punching bags...
But no one noticed the silver-haired girl's frown. Why were complete Catastrophic Disaster Beast crystals so similar to reward advancent stones? Seemingly differing only by one processing step? Illusion or hidden truth?
Clang!
Suddenly a crimson spear slipped from the crystal excavation wound, unfortunately already bent. That world-famous super-contamination no longer existed—direct viewing was completely safe.
Temporarily setting aside thoughts, Hibiscus stepped forward lifting it single-handed. During battle there'd been no ti to feel much—actually very heavy. Material unlike any known substance, weighing quite smooth. Managing to grip and throw it counted as skill.
Its strongest aspect was contamination, now vanished among crowds, having献出 all toxicity.
Dandelion asked in surprise: "Can toxicity be removed later?"
"Individual case only. Actually the King as Knowledge Poison incarnate wrapped the relic's 100% contamination for lethal strike. Actually Mantle was dood to die—I just took advantage of weakness. The stage was quite large, but didn't fully test Fruition Stage three-elent Magical Girl limits."
"Can't say that. Chronic death versus imdiate execution are two different things. Otherwise how much destruction would occur before Catastrophic Disaster Beast death?"
Magical Girls wouldn't deny strongest Holy Relic's positive role, but regarding contributions, Hyacinth was greatest—witnessed by all. She'd frontally resisted impacts throughout, ultimately establishing victory.
Bang bang!
Signal flares flashed on distant horizons.
Representing fleet recovery and mobility, contact with headquarters established, would provide support quickly.
anwhile Edwina kicked the barrier containing Dark Fairies, flying perfectly into spatial passages—the other side showing lush World Tree.
She said sincerely: "Thank you, Hyacinth, and all Salvation Church mbers. We completed our mission. Rest assured, traitor Dark Fairies will face severe punishnt according to World Tree Realm rules. If you have other requests, I guarantee satisfaction."
Implied aning: adjudication authority disputes—very serious.
Know that redith summoning Catastrophic Disaster Beasts ranked as top cris in human history. Who punished was crucial.
But fairies kicking people away without words objectively showed protective intent. Smart Edwina wouldn't play dumb or joke around, imdiately adopting low posture while signaling compensation. Seeing this, understanding Elsa and Anri Sakagami shrugged without expression—let high-level decisions stand. Founder group mbers exchanged glances understanding, then Hibiscus slowly spoke:
"We have the right to know information criminals revealed, and must have face-to-face interrogation. Magical Girls qualify to understand sins."
"..."
"Miss Edwina, within one month, I want to see redith again."
Both emotionally and logically, requests were correct, but implied aning was personally visiting World Tree Realm even Erald Court—absolutely unprecedented. Could re fairy escort knights answer imdiately?
Suddenly Julius covered one ear with flickering thought waves, probably from so transmission. She leaned to Edwina's side whispering softly.
"Acceptable. We solemnly promise."
Magical Girls who'd jointly pressured with cold faces imdiately ward attitudes, welcoming smiles—both sides remained harmonious.
Fairies smiled knowingly at these cooperators' performance—quite cute. Dealing with smart people brought joy; fools weren't worth trusting.
Not far away.
Pope-led Ancient Holy Relics returned earlier than fleets, arriving shocked wide-eyed by Catastrophic Disaster Beast corpses—truly close-up viewing seed larger than forr Crimson Tsunami.
"Accept our condolences." Hibiscus handed over the Holy Spear. "Returning the relic to your organization."
"Since the King decided to give it to you, we're unqualified to reclaim it. It still belongs to the strongest owner."
Not wanting the strongest relic?
Even if the Holy Spear visibly lost power, it didn't affect symbolic aning—representing religious halos behind it, one of Holy City Association's world-restraining authorities, embodying centuries-ruling King's hegemonic incarnation. One Holy Spear was transcendent world history itself—unquestionable status.
More importantly, current halos increased rather than decreased. Who played key roles thrice in catastrophic battles? It symbolized too much—most precious was victory hope.
The Pope said aningfully: "Taking it back would be inconvenient for us."
"Right. Three important contributions versus latest enemy defeat—who has more value? Such disputes would be dangerous. From our standpoint, monopolizing everything is best. Young people have big appetites." Hibiscus replied frankly.
"Of course. Now Holy City Association lacks qualifications and can't catch the Holy Spear. Better entrust it to the most suitable owner. Hope you treat it well."
"We'll handle the Holy Spear properly, plus the organization behind it. These relationships need careful sorting."
Both smiled at each other.
The silver-haired girl imdiately brought over Edwina, asking before Ancient Holy Relics: "Sorry, my friends agreed on so requests before acting."
"No need for concern, Miss Hyacinth, Lord Pope. World Tree believes regardless of location, all return to holand. What bone remains do pure magic creatures have? That's just pretexts created based on human universal values. Actually how Chariot utilizes fairy molts doesn't matter. Besides, traitors aren't protected by Erald Court. Those fallen Dark Fairies—dispose as wished."
World Tree faction directly stated—take the rewards.
Turns out fairies weren't as concerned about molt destinations as they appeared, playing small tricks that fooled so many. Actually they could've told Ancient Holy Relics from the start but remained silent.
Regarding this, the Pope shrugged without much expression. Just how many rounds, how long passed? Their Holy City Association was becoming the weak side.
"Advising you—thods aren't wrong, but relic erosion is irreversible."
"So we'll reduce future actions. When achieving fa and reaching pinnacles, shouldn't we exit the stage? Especially with suitable protectors for all humanity. The era belongs to those closely following its steps—we must withdraw."
"Really?"
Even Hibiscus, who'd dominated this brief exchange, sowhat disbelieved. Everyone knew the Pope's gentle reputation, but you're leaving too quickly—quite decisive.
"People should see situations clearly."
Having said this, he leaned on his staff and left proactively. No need for explanations—future Association actions would prove everything.
Magical Girls watched Ancient Holy Relics rest on Hatching Island's broken reef beaches. The other side hadn't left yet was already distant, symbolizing an era fading from view.
Though the Association wasn't crying poverty, any observer understood their losses: King fallen, 4 Ancient Holy Relics killed on-site. Called bone-deep damage—years of accumulated strong personnel greatly reduced. No longer able to participate in power competition with Salvation Church, better to take advantage of slopes.
No wonder the King trusted old comrades he called crazy—because the Pope's historic mission was leading colleagues to leave with dignity.
Hibiscus weighed the Holy Spear, murmuring: "Not easy to obtain."
At least bearing responsibility for Association's future conditions, must maintain friendship. But they were sensible—this interaction was quite pleasant.
She surveyed the circle. Magical Girls mostly bore wounds, even disabled ones receiving regenerative treatnt, but ultimately all survived. This benefited from accumulated usual training—truly fortunate. After weathering storms, you and I remain.
"Let's take photos."
Jin Ruochu suddenly fished a cara from water. "What coincidence—still works!"
Even so, she wiped blood from her mouth corners, obviously Fortune Summoning results, but also representing the owner's good condition.
Salvation Church elite squad mbers stood surrounding central Hyacinth, psychically controlled cara flying up with flashing clicks. But Jin Ruochu remained unsatisfied, having everyone change poses with Catastrophic Disaster Beast backgrounds for group shots. Publishing these later would be perfect propaganda? Frontally killing Catastrophic Disaster Beasts held more historic significance than last Arctic battles.
"We want photos too." Fairies thought it was commorative activities and were very interested.
New friends joining made everyone play more joyfully, even using various magic special effects. Of course, all this couldn't compare to half a Catastrophic Disaster Beast in the background.
"Join us?" Hibiscus raised her hand inviting.
"Great honor."
The Pope pulled originally unwilling rigid fellows who didn't want to participate in young people's gas—simply having comrades photograph together. No special goals—just felt this mont worth preserving. Most people t by chance yet created history-engraving achievents. Future gatherings would never be so complete.
Perhaps in more distant tis, people would search different characters' stories from this, but ultimately couldn't return to the past.
While they celebrated, fleets had entered Fallen Zone Center.
Once-called absolute forbidden zones dispersed mists, massive magic power breaking free from restraints and drifting worldwide—unknown if good or bad. But regardless, they'd won. Allied forces entering here represented recovery war's conclusion.
Josh on the carrier murmured: "Nearly a century's journey—total ten million troop deploynts, 112 offensives, 26 major campaigns... ended."
"Originally I didn't think it would conclude in our generation," Dorothy frankly stated defeatist-suspected words. "Fortunately everything went smoothly—thanks to teammates."
"Speaking of which, why does the Catastrophic Disaster Beast corpse show no contamination signs?"
"Having so would be abnormal. If it consud all power in battle, even destroyed halfway, how could it contaminate?"
Indeed.
They jointly watched the silver-haired girl boarding carrier decks—half the absolute elites she led represented old worlds, half new worlds.
The Salvation Church, having achieved highest honors, lacked nothing. Even without hegemonic ambitions, wealthy power-holders would flock to them, forming new fraworks around Magical Girl Organizations. No one knew what that would be?
Decks imdiately bustled. Accompanying war correspondents, just awakening from pressure-induced comas, dutifully surrounded her.
The world was still shocked by Catastrophic Disaster Beast attacks, then you tell them it's dead? What happened?
Countless nervous hearts awaited conclusive words. Asking Hyacinth, the person involved, was naturally correct.
"Do you have anything to say?"
Hibiscus looked back at the clear sea and sky of Fallen Zone Center, smiling at nurous caras: "From this mont, we truly possess a world completely belonging to us."
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