The night sky over Snowfield City was torn apart like thin paper. Beyond the dark crack spreading across the heavens, the abyss known as the Sea of Imaginary Numbers was laid bare.
Deep within that imaginary sea, a gigantic creature faintly appeared. She exuded supre divinity, yet from her enormous silhouette emanated a ferocity and terror capable of erasing human reason.
Faced with this apocalyptic sight, Faldeus, seated in the black bulletproof sedan on the overpass, was montarily speechless. His once stern face was now filled with unbelievable shock.
The Dioland family had once been mbers of the Clock Tower of the Magic Association, so he was not ignorant of the cruelty of the Holy Grail War. He had believed himself ntally prepared for any unforeseen event in this fake Holy Grail War. Yet when confronted with a scene that seed about to swallow the entire world, his reason was still violently shaken.
Was this still the Holy Grail War?
Ring ring…
In the death-like silence that felt like the end of the world, Faldeus's specially made communicator suddenly rang, shattering the quiet. He took a deep breath, answered the call, and stared expressionlessly at the countless imaginary sequences at the end of the sky.
"Francesca… You should already be watching, right?"
"…What the hell is that?" he asked in a low voice — the biggest question currently in his mind.
"Um… how should I put this…"
Francesca lay comfortably on a soft bed, staring at the mysterious figure floating in the sky through her monitor. Even she felt a chill run down her spine. She spread her five fingers; for once her usual sickly smile contained no trace of playfulness.
"What you see in the sky above the city right now is the Mother sleeping within the Sea of Imaginary Numbers. She is unconsciously projecting a phantom into the real world."
"Hehe… Now I finally understand why that white-haired incubus ca down on his own… It seems his eyes had already glimpsed quite an extraordinary future."
rlin, a quasi-Grand rank heroic spirit, stood at the pinnacle of illusion magic. In a sense he could be called Francesca's teacher in the art of illusion.
"White-haired incubus…?" Faldeus frowned, his tone aningful. "It seems you possess so top-secret information you haven't shared with ."
"Well, we are rivals in the Holy Grail War. If we're going to share information, we should at least keep a few trump cards, right? Sir Faldeus, you didn't exactly tell everything without holding anything back either, did you?" Francesca smiled and retorted.
Faldeus let out an ambiguous snort. "In other words, you ca all this way just to watch make a fool of myself?"
"Of course not." Francesca, dangling her legs in white stockings, turned toward the gigantic illusory figure outside the French window. "I ca here to tell you the origin of this existence."
Faldeus held his breath and waited.
"Long ago she gave birth to all things, but later, no longer needed, she was rejected by two opposing forces and has since continued sleeping in the depths of the Sea of Imaginary Numbers."
Francesca's smile gradually faded. "That is Beast II — the existence symbolizing the principle of Regression… the true form of the Mother Goddess of Creation, Tiamat."
"What will happen once she arrives?" Faldeus asked concisely, already calculating the final losses.
"Great Purge."
Francesca looked up at the ceiling, her body relaxing again. "Tiamat deeply loves her children. If she fully descends, the power of Regression will instantly drag every ecological and physical law of this world back to the Age of Gods."
Hearing this, Faldeus's tense nerves relaxed slightly. "If it's only sacrificing Snowfield City——"
"And then—" Francesca quietly interjected, "the superpower beneath your feet will also be forcibly reset in the next instant… and the entire order of humanity will collapse and vanish."
Faldeus's voice disappeared completely.
The car was wrapped in deathly silence; only his slightly rough breathing could be heard. After a short, heavy pause he spoke again in a hoarse voice.
"What should I do?"
"The one who tied the knot must untie it."
Francesca spoke again in a smiling tone. "Not long ago Matou Yuu was captured by the dream barrier set up by the Pale Rider. This Tiamat rampage and descent may very well be connected to that incident."
She gave Faldeus no chance to ask further questions and simply hung up.
Beep… Beep…
Hearing the busy tone, Faldeus expressionlessly set the phone down.
"To force the true form of the Mother Goddess of Creation back into the Sea of Imaginary Numbers, we must first wake Matou Yuu from the Pale Rider's barrier…?"
He rubbed his aching temples. "I never imagined the Holy Grail War would develop like this…"
Aldora stood respectfully to the side, awaiting her commander's final decision.
Just then the military-grade encrypted phone in her pocket vibrated faintly. She quickly took it out and scanned the report. Her expression imdiately turned grim.
"Lord Faldeus, urgent report from the frontline sniper unit. Flat Escardos, Master of Berserker, has already departed and is currently heading toward the central hospital. Should we proceed according to the original plan?"
"Indeed."
Faldeus snapped out of his thoughts, unusually calm. "We don't need any more unnecessary variables… Just the existence of the Goddess of Creation in the heavens is already giving a stomachache."
"That's precisely why we need special stomach dicine more than ever right now."
Aldora's eyes trembled slightly. "In other words…"
Faldeus turned his gaze from the sky to the female secretary.
"The plan remains unchanged."
"We will have this variable withdraw from the Holy Grail War for the ti being."
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