Power greater than ever before radiated from Morgan.
Simply standing in the sky, she carried an overwhelming divine presence that could scarcely be looked upon directly, pressing heavily upon Rama and his companions.
This was the difference in their respective standings.
Even with the blessings of the three gods, they were still rely Servants possessing divine traits, not true gods themselves. They had no divine authority.
Just by declaring her intent to end the battle, Morgan made Rama and Arjuna understand that the situation had already slipped beyond their control.
The trial delivered here under the will of the three gods was about to reach its final threshold.
"Looks like we'll have to use the trump card Shiva granted us."
Arjuna raised his longbow.
Behind him, Rama planted his feet firmly, while Karna descended to stand at his side. The two supported Arjuna as he gathered power.
What he was preparing was not the weapon granted by Shiva, the Noble Phantasm 『Raised Hand of the Destruction God - Pashupata』.
Instead, it was a Noble Phantasm born from Shiva's legend itself, one that only those who carry out Shiva's mission may wield.
Setting aside the oppressive pressure Morgan emanated, Arjuna slowly drew the bowstring. He guided the powers Rama and Karna had each received from Vishnu and Brahma into the string, condensing them into a single arrow.
According to legend, Shiva once destroyed three cities built by demons of gold, silver, and iron with a single arrow, aided by the other gods. Because of this, Shiva ca to be known as the Destroyer of the Three Demon Cities.
What Arjuna was doing now was recreating that legend.
There were no Indian gods in Xoxoauhqui, only the powers of Vishnu and Brahma.
By gathering those powers together with Shiva's authority, the arrow that once destroyed the Three Demon Cities would manifest once more.
Arjuna had previously believed that Pashupata was already a weapon powerful enough. If necessary, he would follow Shiva's will and release its full might as the ans of this trial.
But now he understood.
Compared to a Noble Phantasm unleashed without restraint, one that might even drag the entirety of Mictlan into its devastation, this single arrow was far more appropriate.
"With Shiva's radiance as witness, I present this supre strike. Fairy consort who houses a newborn god, receive it. In the na of the Three Gods, we bear witness here!"
Arjuna slowly pulled the bowstring.
The fla god's bow, filled with the power of the three gods, grew incomparably heavy. Arjuna felt as though his fingertips were dragging a mountain thousands of peaks high.
He lifted the bow and aid it at Morgan standing in the sky.
Morgan also saw the arrow that was about to be released.
A single arrow, yet one that surpassed an endless rain of arrows.
"I see. So that's a special Noble Phantasm that gathers the powers of Vishnu and Brahma through Shiva's authority, then releases them in a restricted form."
Morgan murmured softly as she raised her hand.
At that mont, she felt sothing subtle.
After receiving the final fragnt of authority and allowing Shiomi's power to fully complete itself, Morgan, now imrsed in it, had entered an entirely new realm of perception.
A view completely different from when she had rged with Shiomi.
"So this is the scenery my husband has been seeing all along… for who knows how long?"
She whispered softly, a voice only she could hear.
There was both heartache and pride in it.
Perhaps Shiomi had entrusted this authority to her because, sowhere in his heart, he hoped she might one day see the sa world he did.
With nothing more than the slightest motion of her finger, Morgan could already perceive it.
All things in existence could be moved according to her will.
Arjuna's bowstring was nearly drawn to its limit.
Morgan opened her hand, ready to et the attack.
Or rather, to overco this strike and conclude the trial of the three gods.
"Tripura Samhara!"
The bowstring, heavy as a mountain of ten thousand peaks, snapped free the instant the heavenly hero's fingers released it.
With the unstoppable montum of countless armies, the arrow shot skyward, ready to pierce through and destroy everything in its path.
God or demon alike would be no exception.
"My body may resemble that of a god, yet my principle is not that of a god. Here, its true nature is revealed… Chaotic Will."
To shatter all phenona and reshape them anew.
That was the true essence of this authority.
Stopping Shiva's arrow was no simple task.
Twisting its path and turning it into one's own weapon was even harder.
There was no ti for such things.
A single breath was far too short to accomplish such complicated manipulation.
Therefore, the only answer was destruction.
To stand shoulder to shoulder with Shiva, who governs both creation and destruction.
To manifest a similar power here.
As the arrow flew forward, both it and everything surrounding it began to collapse.
The destruction of phenona destabilized the attack, rapidly stripping away its power and weakening it.
Before it could pierce Morgan's palm, it was swallowed by chaos along with everything around it.
"That is… the power of a new god from Proper Human History."
Kukulkan watched the battle from afar.
Her face showed astonishnt, and even greater delight.
"Creation and destruction are two sides of the sa coin, unified within a single being… I understand now, Maya. If this truly is the correct path, then I will do what I must."
Kukulkan spoke quietly to herself, as if conversing with soone unseen, or perhaps simply speaking to her own heart.
The sky of the Third Netherworld suddenly darkened, only to return to normal in the blink of an eye.
Even the light of the sun's passage failed, for an instant, to reach the Third Netherworld as chaos spread across it.
Night fell briefly, then vanished just as quickly.
So quickly that it almost seed like an illusion.
"This is quite sothing… To think things have already reached this point. Whether it's Tezcatlipoca, Camazotz, or that one who acted rashly… do they truly understand what the act of 'seizing' has brought about?"
Kirei Kotomine sighed as he witnessed the scene.
One hand pressed against the wound in his chest.
The priest's vestnts he once wore were gone, replaced by a black striped robe resembling that of a ritual priest.
Not far in front of him, Duryodhana and Bhima had each collapsed or fallen to one knee in different postures, struggling to catch their breath.
"Whether U-Olga Marie knows is unclear. Camazotz probably does. But Tezcatlipoca definitely understood long ago."
Shiomi's voice sounded slowly.
"Because the Smoking Mirror demanded that I reclaim all my authority before going to find him."
"You certainly keep yourself busy."
Kirei watched Shiomi with a faint smile as he healed his wounds.
"First you deliver the final authority, then you rush here without a mont's delay…"
"You are an Alterego, an incarnated Servant fused with multiple divine natures."
Shiomi gripped Longinus and Gungnir.
"Even if Bhima and Duryodhana set aside their grudges and joined forces, they still couldn't kill you here."
"That's also because they spent quite a bit of ti killing the other Apostles."
Kirei stared at Shiomi.
"It seems that if I want to leave this Netherworld, I'll have to overco you, the final obstacle."
...
Shiomi looked at him coldly and said nothing.
"It's ti to finally settle our long-standing karmic bond, Mr. Shiomi."
The two figures vanished from their positions at the sa mont, charging straight toward each other.
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