The song of creation shook the world.
On the scorched earth completely covered by the jet-black Sea of Life, several great heroes who had descended from the Throne of Heroes were doing everything in their power to slow the advance of the world-destroying tide.
"Gilgash, is that massive underground project still not finished?! Honestly, the cost-effectiveness of this deal is ridiculously low. I'm already sick of this exhausting war of attrition where we can't even see a health bar."
Tezcatlipoca spat out the half-smoked cigar from his mouth with a "pui" sound, pushed up his sunglasses, turned to the Wise King Gilgash beside him, and spoke with a trace of irritation.
"Against a Goddess of Creation who doesn't even possess the concept of 'death'... even if I empty every magazine, I'd only be wasting bullets and precious ti."
"If Alaya's 'appearance fee' wasn't so tempting… I would've already gone out for afternoon tea with my little sister."
"Shut up, mongrel."
Gilgash voiced his dissatisfaction while supporting a heavy stone tablet with one hand and gripping the staff that symbolized royal authority with the other.
In the sky, countless cuneiform characters glowed with golden light, intertwining and flowing like stars before transforming into a magical formation that tore through space, unleashing a storm of attacks upon the black mud below.
Despite hearing the Surian gods' complaints, the wise king who ruled Uruk did not even blink.
His crimson eyes radiated arrogant dignity as he sneered, "Foolish god. If the foundation of Human Order collapses completely at this very mont, where in the void do you plan to hold that ridiculous gathering?"
Finally, he stopped and directed his gaze straight through the thick black mud toward the deep underground nearby.
"Furthermore… the construction efficiency of that Mistress of the Underworld has far exceeded my expectations."
The all-seeing eyes of the Wise King clearly perceived that the aura of death belonging to the Underworld was eroding the strata of this region at an unimaginable speed.
Soon, the gates to the Underworld—powerful enough to completely swallow the colossal Tiamat—would open here.
"Tch, I still have no idea what that Alaya is plotting. The supre authority over death and the Underworld clearly belongs to , and I should've been able to handle everything alone. Yet that guy deliberately summoned a Surian goddess… what an outrageous move."
Tezcatlipoca muttered under his breath while once again raising his gun.
He paused, and a profound expression appeared in his eyes behind the sunglasses. "No… Perhaps it was actually Gaia who involved the Surian gods in this commotion?"
In this world, natural concepts such as gods and spirits were normally subordinate to Gaia. They stood far above and should not concern themselves with human life and death.
But this ti was a complete exception.
The reason the supre god of South Arica, Tezcatlipoca, responded to Alaya's call and descended in the form of a Grand Heroic Spirit was because his power symbolized modern conflict and humanity's future, deeply intertwined with the history of human developnt.
Without humans, this god would have no aning or enjoynt in the human world... After all, he was a god who symbolized war and smoke.
"Gaia…?"
A short distance away, Artoria held the Star Sword, slightly furrowing her brows as she looked down at the golden holy sword in her hand. Its light was faintly suppressed.
Unlike other Grand Heroic Spirits, the Grand Saber could be said to be the most unique existence among the seven classes.
Because what could beco a Grand Saber was not a Heroic Spirit itself, but Excalibur—forged within the Inner Sea of the Planet, symbolizing the planet's ultimate defense chanism.
After all, if Gaia had agreed to the arrival of the Grand Saber, why had he intentionally restricted the brilliance of the Star Sword in its fundantal defensive logic? Was it simply because Tiamat was judged not to be an alien enemy seeking to destroy the Earth, but the Mother who nurtured life on this planet?
Furthermore, what the Grand Berserker had just said deepened Artoria's doubts even further.
Why had the Counter Force deliberately tried to awaken the Surian Goddess of the Underworld, passing over Tezcatlipoca who already possessed supre authority over the Underworld?
If they succeeded in dragging Tiamat into the Underworld, that would be fine, but if they failed... for Tiamat, it would be synonymous with being cruelly betrayed by her children once again.
Wasn't this clearly stirring up her bloodthirsty rage toward this Goddess of Creation?
Sothing was wrong…
"As the Mother Goddess of Creation, holding a position that surpasses even the gods, she was still far too sentintal."
From high in the sky, Goetia looked down at the colossal dragon. Its movents seed slightly sluggish, and its crimson beast-like eyes were filled with cold mockery.
"Because of that dead human and because of his impossible, ridiculous promise, this return—which held the possibility of reconstructing the world—has wavered…"
Behind Goetia, the golden halo symbolizing human history erupted with a terrifyingly suffocating heat.
"This is… your greatest weakness!"
While Tiamat was still hesitating, Goetia once again activated the burning halo of light that emitted world-destroying heat.
A golden pillar of light possessing power capable of incinerating the foundation of reason descended from the sky!
Because of the devastating attacks from the sky by Tiamat and Goetia, no one present noticed that, within the raging dark Sea of Life of this despair-filled battlefield, an exceptionally enchanting purplish-black lotus had quietly blood.
The very next mont, the flower transford into streaks of black fla, radiating a sweet, decadent aura.
Carried by the flow of magical energy, it quietly climbed toward Tiamat.
Then suddenly, an unbelievably clear, sweet, yet terrifyingly captivating girl's voice echoed in Tiamat's ears.
"Are you still hesitating, Tiamat?"
"I don't know what happened… but if you're this angry, it must an you lost sothing very precious, right? You're clearly holding unbearable pain, yet you're suppressing your destructive impulses because you can't bear it… How pathetic is that?"
The flowers swaying in the black mud were carried by the cold night breeze, transforming into countless purplish-black petals that danced down with a heartbreaking beauty.
Almost simultaneously, the rational forces known as desire and decadence quietly activated.
In Tiamat's eyes, the scene of the black-haired young man being pierced through the heart by an arrow replayed like a film reel, constantly appearing before her.
Rumble!
The Sea of Life, which had been gradually calming, suddenly began to rage violently once again!
"Strange… What's going on?! Why did she suddenly get angry again? And even more violently than before!"
The instant he noticed the anomaly in the sky, Taigong Wang's expression changed dramatically.
Goetia was also sowhat surprised, but quickly realized sothing and hurriedly lowered his head to look up at the void below.
That was… the aura of one of our allies?!
Damn it… Was there another Beast hiding around here?!
No, the Human Order on this planet was already in complete chaos. There was no ti to think about anything else…
Countless thoughts flashed and intertwined in his mind, but Goetia quickly made up his mind and roared at the other Grand Heroic Spirits. "Everyone, if we hesitate any longer, not even ashes will remain!"
No matter how one looked at it, this scene was filled with extrely absurd black humor.
The Demon King, Beast I, who should have incinerated humanity, was now desperately fighting to protect humanity. And... he was even cooperating with the other great heroic spirits who should have been attacking him.
However, none of them were in the mood to savor this ridiculous situation right now. Without hesitation, they were all squeezing out every last bit of power from their Saint Graphs.
Among the Grand Heroic Spirits present, if one were to na the person who contributed the most… it would probably be Goetia.
Every ti a black tsunami ca roaring in, this First Beast had no choice but to forcibly activate the heat that should have been used to incinerate Human Order, desperately evaporating the endless black mud that carried the concept of return.
However, even with his Third Noble Phantasm, the "Almadel Salomonis," it was insufficient before the true Incineration of Humanity could be activated. Even the endless sea of primordial life seed insufficient to et its needs.
Goetia gritted his teeth, his face turning pitch black with rage as he growled, "Is it almost over?! Are all the gods of Uruk this unreliable?!"
"Watch your language! You, a collection of Demon Pillars, dare to speak ill of Uruk's glory?!"
Gilgash gripped his staff, radiating an arrogance and dignity that looked down upon all things from his crimson snake-like eyes, and coldly declared, "As I said before, under my rule, this defensive line will not yield a single step!"
Yet even so, the Sea of Life surged violently as if the sky were collapsing, and cold sweat began to bead on Gilgash's forehead.
It was hard to imagine that even after Tiamat had unleashed her rage and regained so self-control, they had still struggled to hold the line.
If this Mother Goddess of Creation had acted with her full power… could she truly have prevented the Sea of Life from returning to this planet?
BOOM—!!!
At this decisive mont, the ground covered in black mud suddenly opened a massive bottomless hole with an ear-shattering roar!
A terrifying aura reminiscent of death erupted from the ground.
A colossal, ghostly cage made of pale bones rose from the earth, and eerie blue ghostly flas burned fiercely at the edge of the abyss, forcibly pushing back the boiling Sea of Life.
This was a domain of death—a place where the concept of life did not exist and all laws governing the living had been stripped away… the Underworld!
At this instant, the expanded Underworld finally descended upon the surface in all its grandeur!
Imdiately after, Ereshkigal's lodic yet sowhat arrogant voice echoed from within the wild aura of death in the Underworld.
"Who would dare speak ill of this goddess while she's working through the night to save the world?"
Almost simultaneously, Fujimaru Ritsuka's urgent voice rang out from the depths of the Underworld. "Everyone, I'm terribly sorry for the wait! Lady Ereshkigal has completed the expansion of the Underworld's gates. Now, if we can sohow drop the Mother into those gates, we can use the laws of the Underworld to strip her of her immortality!"
"Easier said than done! Do you have any idea how vast the spiritual foundation of the Mother Goddess of Creation is? Stuffing an asteroid into a hole in the ground! How on earth did you co up with such an idea?!"
Tezcatlipoca cursed while unhesitatingly raising the modern gun in his hand, pointing the muzzle high into the sky.
Bang!
A bullet roared out from the barrel!
These were not ordinary lead bullets, but Bullets of Calamity imbued with the power of the supre god.
The instant the bullets left the barrel, they transford into black-and-red teors that slamd into Tiamat's dragon body, creating a visible shockwave of terrifying kinetic energy.
Not only him, but all the other heroic spirits also unleashed their full power at the sa ti.
Rumble!
The combined pressure of nurous top-tier heroic spirits and Humanity's Evil caused Tiamat's colossal body to finally lose balance.
…Or perhaps, deep within her chaotic subconscious, she had already sensed fatigue.
Even if everything in this world were dragged into the mire and everything returned to its original state, the flow of ti would never return to that precious mont when she first t the young man.
This planet would only beco a lifeless, desolate wasteland… And the promise she and he had made—to experience the beauty of the world—would never be fulfilled.
Amidst the scattering black mud, Tiamat slowly fell toward the bottomless abyss of the Underworld.
"Great success!"
Fujimaru Ritsuka's heart leaped with joy as she turned around and shouted, "Ereshkigal-san—!!"
"I know! Everything is going exactly according to my perfect plan. Now, I'll close the door!"
Ereshkigal proudly raised her chin, quickly raised her right hand, and prepared to activate the leyline to seal the entrance.
However, just as Tiamat's body was about to be completely swallowed by the darkness of the Underworld, her rationality-lost dragon head suddenly seed to sense sothing extrely conspicuous and unconsciously peered into the abyss of the Underworld.
The aura of the Goddess of the Underworld… had quietly entered her senses.
That was… her child.
In the distant Age of Gods, she had been betrayed by the gods she herself had created.
And now, they were attempting to betray her a second ti.
The instant she sensed Ereshkigal's existence——
Tiamat seed to instantly erupt with bottomless rage and hatred!
Behind her colossal dragon body, without warning, an unprecedented dazzling ether light erupted, and a pair of colossal phantoms suddenly appeared within the light, large enough to cover the sky!
"Wait a minute…"
Seeing the dramatic change unfolding below, Ereshkigal's eyelids suddenly twitched violently.
As if she had rembered a fatal tactical flaw, she slowly turned her head and gave Fujimaru Ritsuka beside her an awkward yet desperate smile. "Um... I forgot to confirm sothing earlier, but are there any anti-air specialized Servants among the Grand Heroic Spirits outside?"
Fujimaru Ritsuka was montarily stunned, her brain short-circuiting. "Eh? Anti-air?"
Mash was also montarily stunned, as if she had witnessed a terrifying sight that overturned her worldview from the ground up. She tightly gripped Fujimaru Ritsuka's arm, her voice changing in tone.
"Senpai… Look ahead!"
The orange-haired girl instinctively looked up in the direction Mash was pointing.
Then, her expression seed to freeze completely for an instant as she stared blankly at the scene before her—a sight so unbelievable that it left one at a loss for words, even feeling comical.
"That thing… can fly?!"
After a brief silence, Fujimaru Ritsuka clutched her head in disbelief and almost blurted out, "Impossible… This is way too unfair!"
A planet-scale colossal spiritual origin, yet Tiamat could fly?!
This almost conceptual forced aerial levitation, the terrifying magical energy it consud in an instant, was more than enough to trample upon and shatter human physical laws and the magical laws of the Age of Gods multiple tis, right?!
Yes… At this mont, Tiamat—who had originally been falling irreversibly toward the Underworld—suddenly spread a pair of dragon wings made of ether born from the stars behind her!
A fierce wind howled, and with just a slow flap of her massive wings of light, she generated a world-destroying hurricane that forcefully halted the fall of her colossal body.
Instead of continuing to fall, she slowly ascended toward a higher horizon, carrying the endless black mud with her!
The very next mont——
"AAAAAAAAA——!!!"
Accompanied by a sorrowful dragon roar that shook heaven and earth, the Sea of Life that had been stagnating at the crater's edge surged forward with unprecedented ferocity, transforming into a colossal dark tsunami that covered the sky and rushed violently toward the ends of this planet!
"Foolish Mother Beast, do you intend to completely destroy humanity——"
Goetia's expression changed slightly. He imdiately stepped forward, and a dangerous torrent of magical energy erupted from the halo behind him as he shouted in rage, "You——"
Bang———!!!
However, the very next mont, an ear-shattering dull sound rang out.
Before Goetia could finish speaking, Tiamat's colossal, sky-covering dragon tail slamd him into the ground like a fly.
The direct collision between her terrifying physical mass and divine ether caused Goetia's Saint Graph to shake violently, leaving him dazed for a mont before he could react.
Then, the arrogance of the First Beast enraged him. He rose from the hole and roared.
"Tiamat, I——!"
Bang———!!!
Before he could finish speaking, another powerful and violent tail strike struck again.
The impact rcilessly slamd into the colossal body of the golden giant beast, burying Goetia deep underground and leaving a terrifyingly large crater on the scorched earth.
In the distance, the great heroic spirits who had been on high alert and trying to step forward to stop Tiamat fell into complete silence the instant they witnessed this sight.
"That's why I've been saying from the beginning—why did the Surian gods allow her to commit such a betrayal? What is Gaia thinking? Doesn't she think her rage has already burned enough?!"
Tezcatlipoca clicked his tongue in irritation.
However, upon witnessing this unbelievably unreasonable and violent destructive power, even this unruly Surian gods rationally stopped and did not rashly approach the enraged Tiamat.
Then he turned to Gilgash, who had remained silent, and said with a slightly mocking tone.
"Hey, is this your so-called absolutely reliable Uruk defensive line? Now that this big guy is about to take flight, what do you all plan to do?"
Gilgash did not answer. The light in his crimson eyes wavered uneasily.
After a while, he quietly sighed, firmly gripped his staff, and was about to step forward to confront the attack head-on.
"Gill, leave it to ."
However, Enkidu stepped forward first, extending his hand to stop the arrogant king.
This divine weapon with long, pale green hair looked up at the enraged Mother Goddess of Creation high in the sky.
Accompanied by a clear tallic sound, countless Chains of Heaven appeared silently from the void, radiating sacred light.
His gaze was gentle yet filled with unmistakable determination. He said quietly, "In this situation, the only one who can calm Mother even slightly is —her weapon."
However, just as Enkidu was about to activate his Noble Phantasm…
"Uwaaaah——"
In the desolate ruins of the battlefield filled with despair and death, the clear, gentle cry of a suddenly echoed.
Tiamat's colossal body already covered the sky, and the black mud she stirred had already destroyed most of humanity. And that faint cry should have been instantly drowned out by the violent winds and tsunamis she had unleashed.
Tiamat's violent actions stopped in midair the instant she heard that voice.
The raging sea of life could have swallowed everything in an instant.
If she so wished, it would only be a matter of ti before the world returned to its original state.
However... at this mont, a brief hesitation arose within Tiamat's chaotic heart, filled with rage and sorrow.
The young man she loved had died…
Yet once, she had been filled with pure longing for this world, frequently dreaming of touching his hand and experiencing all the beauty of the world.
Even if the world tried to violently reject her, even if her children tried to betray her again and again.
The instant she spread her wings and soared high into the sky, the brief return of rationality triggered by the cry made her clearly recognize the terrifying apocalyptic scene spread out below.
Before her eyes, the scene unfolding at the edge of the Sea of Life unavoidably appeared——
Amid the boiling black mud, people fled in panic, letting out cries of despair, yet were rcilessly swallowed.
In a corner of that mire, a woman whose lower body was already subrged in water used every ounce of her maternal instinct at the final mont before the Sea of Life swallowed her head, raising the baby in her arms high.
Before her eyes, a stranger man desperately picked up that child as if clinging to his last hope.
He trudged through the collapsing ruins with heavy steps, desperately climbing toward a tall building that had not yet been subrged.
In his despair, he unhesitatingly threw the child to the soldiers above.
His mud- and dirt-covered hands forged a ladder upward with human flesh and blood in this purgatory-like Sea of Life.
They left behind not even nas, simply doing everything they could to save the baby from the brink of death and give it one last chance at life.
Amid the clamor of despair and death, the baby—whose voice had been sealed by terror and supported by countless hands—seed to awaken through the warmth of life and began to let out a heart-wrenching cry of pain.
On the front lines where gods and masters clashed, that sound was utterly insignificant.
Because that baby possessed neither powerful magical circuits nor the power to understand the noble mission of saving humanity and preserving history. He was rely a newborn lump of flesh and blood who, driven by a strong desire to survive, had let out the most primal cry of life.
However... this seemingly insignificant scene that occurred amid despair was what truly stopped Tiamat.
It was not the selfless obstruction of the great heroic spirits, nor the light of the Star Sword, nor the oppressive aura of the Bull of Heaven.
What could truly stop Tiamat was never sothing as grand as Human Order.
The world was the world of all living things.
And she was the Mother of all living things.
Swallowing everything and returning everything to its origin ant that she herself would have to destroy these lives struggling to survive, and destroy the beautiful world that the young man had once wanted to show her.
It was true that intense rage and the pain of betrayal had driven her to madness, but that faint baby's cry was like a ray of light born in the darkness. It not only pierced through Tiamat's rage but also temporarily stilled the Sea of Life that had been trying to swallow the entire planet.
Fujimaru Ritsuka was completely shocked by this unbelievable sight, staring upward blankly as if forgetting to breathe.
"Really… It stopped?"
Against this world-destroying calamity, nurous great heroic spirits had gathered, many gods had unleashed their full power, and even a Beast had joined the holy war... Yet even so, they had been unable to stop the enraged Mother Goddess of Creation even slightly.
Even Alaya—the concept of suppression—had probably not calculated that what could truly stop Tiamat would be such a scene of death.
"Everyone, now is the ti!"
A hoarse voice suddenly rang out from the battlefield.
Goetia was struggling to slowly crawl out from the deep hole.
He raised his right hand, and his crimson eyes—which had watched over three thousand years of human history—were now filled with terror and coldness.
"Farewell, Mother Beast filled with sorrow and suffering."
He suddenly spread both arms wide, and a terrifying heat that seed capable of lting the world erupted from the sky.
"Ars Almadel Salomonis!!!"
BOOM—!
A burning, world-destroying pillar of light descended from the sky!
anwhile, the Grand Heroic Spirits positioned in the other three directions of the battlefield also unleashed their strongest trump cards without hesitation.
Taigong Wang's God-Striking Whip, Romulus-Quirinus's Per Aspera Ad Astra, and the Star Holy Sword in Artoria's hand.
The three strongest attacks at the pinnacle of the Grand Rank rained down upon Tiamat from three directions like teors!
And on the front lines of the Earth.
Behind Gilgash, ripples of deep crimson space suddenly appeared.
A cylindrical blade—the Sword of Rupture ford by reverse rotation—erged from the deep crimson Noble Phantasm treasury.
The Wise King who ruled Uruk wore a solemn expression. He slowly extended his hand and firmly grasped the World-Shaking Treasure that symbolized the creation of the world in his palm.
Then, he glanced at the shadow beside him with a deep gaze and suddenly spoke. "Old Man of the Mountain—has death knell already rung beneath this despairing sky?"
Almost the instant Gilgash finished speaking.
Phew—
An eerie gust of wind blew through, mingled with eerie blue soul flas.
From within that deep shadow, the seventh heroic spirit—who had never revealed his true form until now—quietly appeared.
He was clad in heavy armor, wielding a great sword, and beneath his skull mask, ghostly blue flas of judgnt burned.
Just recently, in order to deal with this world-destroying calamity, this assassin had been specially granted a Grand Saint Graph by the Counter Force... The pinnacle of assassins, the Old Man of the Mountain.
At this mont, the Old Man of the Mountain said nothing. The eerie blue soul flas in his eyes wavered in the wind as he quietly stared at the desolate colossal beast high in the sky.
On the opposite side, above the ruins.
"I'm sorry… Mother."
Enkidu stared at the Goddess of Creation. Her face was twisted with rage, yet dazed upon hearing the baby's cry. A deep sorrow passed through Enkidu's eyes.
He slowly raised his right hand, and his wide white sleeve fluttered in the wind like a white dove about to take flight.
"Awaken the breath of the stars... I walk together with humanity."
The imnse magical energy transford into a towering pillar of light, and Enkidu beca the Chains of Heaven that connected heaven and earth and pierced the gods, issuing a tragic declaration.
"—Enuma Elish!!!"
Shu! Shu! Shu!
Countless golden chains radiating sacred light rushed toward Tiamat from all directions in an instant, firmly binding her colossal dragon body!
At the sa ti, the Ea in Gilgash's hand began to rotate violently, and a storm-like crimson storm capable of tearing the universe gathered around him with a roar.
"In the beginning, heaven and earth were divided, and the stars were created from nothing!"
Gilgash raised the Ea, radiating the dignity of royalty from his crimson snake-like eyes as he declared.
"Enuma Elish!!!"
Goetia turned to the old man standing in the shadows and said in a low voice, "Assassin, what are you waiting for?! Swing down your death-bringing sword quickly!"
However, the old man remained completely motionless, like a black sculpture illuminated by apocalyptic light and shadow.
After a while, a deep, resonant voice that seed to echo from the depths of a remote valley resounded slowly, carried by the wind. "The heavenly mandate has not yet arrived, the evening bell has not yet rung…"
"This body did not co here today to kill the Mother Goddess of Creation."
These unexpected words shocked all the Grand Heroic Spirits present, and even the mbers of Chaldea.
The Grand Assassin refused to kill Tiamat?!
However, before they could ask what was going on…
BOOM—!!!
Gilgash's Ea was already fully charged and charged toward Tiamat accompanied by a crimson storm that tore through the universe.
Buzz—!
However, just as this attack was about to strike Tiamat, the colors of the entire world seed to turn gray and white in an instant.
Imdiately after, an unbelievably clear young voice suddenly echoed from the distant horizon.
"Reverse the origin and connect to the bottom of the Imaginary Sea…"
"—Imaginary Treasury!"
The sound gradually faded.
Above the empty sky, dark ripples like ink suddenly appeared.
A divine weapon entangled in black mud and carrying the concept of origin return fell from the ends of the sky, confronting the crimson storm of the Ea that tore through space!
Rumble, rumble, rumble——!!!
Two completely different forces violently clashed in the air!
Rather than a collision of two top-tier Noble Phantasms, it would be more accurate to describe it as the laws and concepts at the root of the world eroding each other.
On one side was the principle of creation that divided the world and created the universe; on the other was the principle of return that perated the Sea of Life.
In the end, the sacred weapon entangled in black mud forcibly swallowed the crimson storm that had torn through space with the Ea through its diatrically opposed concept of negation.
Then, the two forces canceled each other out and vanished, ultimately scattering into the sky simultaneously as countless particles of light.
Enkidu, who had been manipulating the Chains of Heaven, was montarily dazed by this sight.
"He really… took the Ea head-on without a scratch?" he muttered, an expression of disbelief appearing in his usually calm eyes.
It was important to know that Ea was an Anti-World Noble Phantasm capable of tearing the world apart and unleashing the breath of the stars.
It seed... soone had actually perfectly withstood a frontal attack from the Ea.
After all… at this critical juncture where all of humanity—and even the Counter Force—were struggling to overthrow the Goddess of Creation, who would possibly stand on Tiamat's side?
"No… It's not that this weapon surpassed Ea's destructive power."
Gilgash slowly lowered the hilt of the sword and said in a calm voice, "That was... a conceptual suppression."
"The birth power of the Ea, which created the world, encountered the return principle that sought to erase everything... It was a collision of completely different laws, and as a result, both mutually annihilated each other."
Enkidu paused slightly, as if sensing sothing from his friend's tone, and unconsciously asked, "Gill… Do you know who it is?"
Gilgash did not answer imdiately.
The wise king who ruled Uruk simply slowly raised his head, his dignified crimson eyes quietly gazing at the horizon.
Eventually, a complex yet clearly relieved smile appeared on his lips.
"Ah... If you put it that way, this is a trap that the young and arrogant dug for the king."
If there was anyone in this world capable of withstanding Ea's destructive blow head-on... there was only one person Gilgash could think of.
The Imaginary Treasury.
It was a concept that was the complete opposite of his Gate of Babylon, a power born from the depths of the Imaginary Sea and the Sea of Life.
The limits of this power were far beyond what any magus or hero could reach.
It was a special opposing force that had only appeared after devouring the Heroic Spirit King Gilgash—who had reached the realm of Humanity's Evil and descended as an Archer class.
—Imaginary Treasury
The only one on this planet who possessed this power was the young man whom the Mother Goddess of Creation doted upon and for whom she had nearly destroyed the world.
...Matou Yuu.
"AAAAAAAAA——!!!"
High in the sky, Tiamat had originally been letting out a heart-wrenching cry.
However, the very instant the two treasures vanished, her chaotic subconscious seed to sense sothing familiar, as if it had seeped into her very bones, and her sorrowful cry paused for a mont.
At this mont, not only the Grand Rank Servants, but also Gilgash, Enkidu, and many others all raised their faces simultaneously and looked in the direction of that aura.
At that instant, the entire world enveloped in battlefield smoke seed to be wrapped in a death-like silence.
The mother who had completely beco a monster and lost all rationality stared vacantly at the sky with her bright red dragon eyes.
A short distance away, rlin—who had been in the rear from the beginning—also stared blankly upward, his beautiful purple eyes gazing vacantly at the distant sky.
Then, as if he had witnessed sothing interesting, a slow smile gradually spread across his lips.
On the uneven ground, Fujimaru Ritsuka's gaze was also fixed in that direction.
Although she was just an ordinary magus, at that mont, she could see nothing with the naked eye at such a vast distance.
However, she clearly sensed an unbelievably powerful magical energy rapidly approaching her!
"Ah, what on earth...?"
…
anwhile, in a secret magical workshop built underground in Snowfield City…
Caster Alexandre Dumas, who had been staring intently at the monitor screen and secretly observing the front-line situation, suddenly jumped up from his chair as if he had found wonderful material for a play.
His usually sowhat frivolous eyes were filled with unconcealable surprise and joy as he stared at the screen before him.
"Hey hey… What are you saying? Does this world really have such a ridiculous yet wonderful developnt? And I don't think I'm hallucinating at all!"
In the underground command center, Orlando slowly opened his bloodshot eyes. His usually serious and resolute face was now filled with deep fatigue and numbness.
He had learned that when people faced a despairing situation that exceeded their psychological limits, even fear faded, leaving only a desire to give up.
While Faldeus had secretly caused a commotion, Orlando had been busy cleaning up the aftermath, on the verge of losing his hair. When Tiamat went berserk and the Sea of Life subrged Snowfield City, he had desperately directed the evacuation of civilians and tried to collect data on the great heroes in hopes of finding a thread of a miracle to save humanity.
However, just recently, when he witnessed another spiritual origin that seed to be a Beast descending at the edge of the battlefield, the police chief of Snowfield City was so angry he almost laughed.
He felt as though his brain, which had been working for so long, had completely shut down, and he had given up on thinking altogether.
Destroy it, hurry up—this accursed world was beyond saving.
As a result, just as he had completely lost all will to fight, his attendant—who always seed to thrive on chaos—once again broke the death-like silence of the room with a "clack" sound.
"…What is it this ti?"
Orlando asked expressionlessly. "Is Matou Sakura you saw, who seems to be a Beast, finally pouring oil on the fire and committing suicide for her deceased fiancé, turning this planet to ashes?"
"No, it's the complete opposite…"
Alexandre Dumas was staring intently at the figure on the screen rapidly approaching the front lines of the battlefield.
The great writer couldn't help but smile, showing a radiant, excited grin.
"Brother, the news you're about to hear next will be truly heartwarming good news—the first you've heard in a long ti, perhaps even in your life."
Orlando slightly furrowed his brows, a hint of doubt appearing in his tired eyes.
The very next mont, Orlando heard Alexandre Dumas say, "He… has returned."
"He...?"
Orlando furrowed his brows even further as he tried to sit up. "What are you talking about——"
Orlando's words were suddenly cut off.
When he casually glanced at the screen, he was shocked by a sight that froze his brain.
In the center of the apocalyptic battlefield covered in the Sea of Life and filled with the smoke of battle, a crimson light flashed… and before the battlefield where gods and great heroes had gathered, the figure of a young man suddenly appeared without warning.
Orlando stared blankly at the familiar figure on the screen, as if holding his breath for a mont.
"...Matou Yuu?!"
…
…At the sa ti.
In the dimly lit ruins near the center of the battlefield, a strikingly beautiful girl with long flowing purple hair suddenly raised her face as if she had sensed sothing.
Her eyes, which had been vacant like a stagnant puddle until now, were now fixed on the black-haired young man with unparalleled precision.
At that instant, ti seed to stop.
The girl's slender body slightly stiffened.
The very next mont, as if to confirm that what she was seeing was not a dream, she unconsciously raised her cold fingertips and gently touched her cheeks, which were gradually turning a pathological shade of red with surprise.
"Ahhh…"
Eventually, a gentle, nostalgic smile appeared on Matou Sakura's pure, beautiful face.
"As I thought… I knew you weren't the kind of heartless person who would leave Sakura all alone…"
As the surrounding space suddenly swirled with purplish-black petals, the girl softly murmured in a voice like a sigh.
"Finally… I finally get to et you… Senpai~"
…
anwhile, rlin had not said a single word from the beginning. His clairvoyance—the eyes that symbolized the ability to see the present—stared suspiciously at the young man in the sky, trying to see through the causality affecting him.
Without a doubt… the wavelength of that soul was definitely Matou Yuu himself!
However...
rlin furrowed his brows again upon seeing the extrely powerful Dead Apostle aura emanating from the young man.
It was true that he had returned, but... why did this aura instinctively make this great magus—who had witnessed all of human history—feel his heart race?
This man… sothing was wrong with him…
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