As the spine reconnected in a manner that defied common sense, the Dragon's Heart—the joint most crucial to the body—was reconstructed once again.
The intermediary of blood, the generator of magical energy, and the magic core vital to Alaric reignited.
Even the air roared in response.
Surging magical energy flowed through magic circuits, vibrating the atmosphere and sketching the form of flesh and blood.
Under the watchful eyes of Fujimaru and the others, the gaping hole in Alaric's chest disappeared at a visible pace, fully healed in just three minutes.
The astonishing sight, comparable to the reversal of time, came to an end. However, the amazement in the hearts of Fujimaru and Mash would not subside.
Alaric, who was never a Heroic Spirit, lacked the miraculous abilities that came from legends and feats, unlike the Greek heroes Fujimaru was familiar with.
For example, the Twelve Labors granted Heracles twelve lives and the ability to recover from mortal wounds as if time rewound, along with corresponding resistances.
But Alaric was different. This was a pure healing power of the body, seemingly omnipotent with sufficient magical energy.
"What's the situation now?"
Having just recovered, Alaric shook his head. To accelerate self-healing and sustain vital signs, he had exerted all his effort in those few minutes, with the mental strain no less than using the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception on a divine being.
While he could postpone addressing his condition, Alaric was more eager to know what had happened.
That attack had indeed come from Tiamat, but Alaric was utterly clueless about the details.
"Sir Alaric, just look behind you, and you'll understand—"
Fujimaru didn't explain immediately but instead directed Alaric's attention to the sea behind them.
The now fully alert Alaric sensed the ominous feeling, even more intense than when he realized Tiamat was awakening.
"Holy crap—"
When he saw the figure of that demonic woman, Alaric instinctively exclaimed, "This time, we're completely screwed."
Dozens of meters? Hundreds? Thousands?
A body several kilometers tall loomed over the sea like a giant emerging from the dawn of creation, standing immovable above the waters.
Beyond the astonishing size, Alaric could sense the overwhelming power radiating from Tiamat at this moment—
Such terrifying strength!
The restraints on her being had partially lifted, allowing Tiamat to move freely!
The Sea of Life expanded her path as if it intended to let this giant march toward the land—toward—
Uruk, the final city where Gilgamesh awaited!
A sense of urgency instantly seized Alaric's heart.
But Alaric did not lose his composure. Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his emotions and said, "Are we heading back to Uruk now?"
"Exactly. Quetzalcoatl said that with our current strength, we can't defeat the Goddess Tiamat. So, we need to return to Uruk and report the situation to Gilgamesh.
From there, we can discuss countermeasures. Also—we need to figure out how to deal with that Crimson Dragon."
Fujimaru paused briefly, not avoiding the topic of the Crimson Dragon, even though it was certain to be related to Alaric.
But precisely because of this, it couldn't be ignored.
Hearing this, Alaric, who had been staring at Tiamat, nodded and said, "Indeed, we need to return and plan our strategy. There has to be a way."
As the flying dragon accelerated, Tiamat grew more distant from Alaric.
But this did not cause Alaric to relax; the storm surrounding Tiamat, along with the fleeting shadows of demonic dragons, remained vivid.
Alaric even thought he could see a knight's silhouette hidden within the storm.
Beyond the Primordial Mother, Tiamat, the threat posed by that Crimson Dragon was equally impossible to ignore.
"Sir Alaric, are you okay now?"
Seeing Alaric's restored energy, Fujimaru still sounded slightly worried and asked, "Don't you need to rest?"
"A mere mortal wound isn't enough to kill me."
Alaric shook his head with a smile, putting away his holy spear. "Just because someone gets killed doesn't mean they'll die."
["That's impossible! If someone gets killed, they'll die!"]
Romani immediately retorted, ["You're an exception!"]
From far away in Chaldea, both Romani and Da Vinci had been watching as Alaric swiftly recovered from a state that was essentially equivalent to death, fully healing in no time.
Could this level of recovery be achieved through physical healing alone?
Even Romani found it hard to believe that a human could accomplish such a feat. Even if Alaric possessed the blood of the Red Dragon, it shouldn't grant this degree of regenerative power.
The source of Alaric's Red Dragon's blood, the Knight King Artoria Pendragon, had relied on the Holy Scabbard Avalon to achieve extraordinary recovery. Even if her heart was destroyed, she could heal.
But Alaric had nothing—he relied solely on his body's natural self-healing ability to recover, even to the point of achieving a miraculous level comparable to coming back from the dead!
"That's because you haven't been killed before. Once you're killed, you'll know whether you'll die or not."
Alaric spoke as if it was entirely natural: "Even if you suffer a fatal wound, you won't necessarily die."
"As expected of Sir Alaric, you always manage to say such profound things!"
While Romani and Ritsuka were stunned by Alaric's outrageous statement, Mash, who had always been good at playing along, looked excited, as if she had truly learned something from Alaric's words.
["Mash, don't let Sir Alaric corrupt you!"]
Romani wailed despairingly, as though his sweet, innocent girl was about to be led astray by someone on the level of Merlin.
After a brief exchange with Ritsuka and Mash, Alaric turned to Quetzalcoatl, who had been staring at him the whole time and smiled. "Hmm, Goddess Quetzalcoatl, the situation is a bit complicated. I've caused some trouble."
"Big Sis knows~~! So you need to properly resolve this mess!"
Quetzalcoatl blinked playfully, smiled, and ruffled Alaric's hair. "That girl is super serious. What are you planning to do?"
"Annihilate her."
Without a moment of hesitation, Alaric responded with cold, murderous intent.
As for the [Crimson Dragon], a construct of Tiamat symbolizing the outcome of his dragonification, Alaric didn't feel much of anything.
Although the [Crimson Dragon] was incredibly powerful, it wasn't enough to make Alaric feel concerned or despair about the future.
Alaric could sense that the [Crimson Dragon] was merely a manifestation of possibilities and couldn't encompass the entirety of his dragonified future.
If it were the future Merlin feared most—where Alaric had fallen from the very beginning—the disaster he would become at this moment would far surpass the [Crimson Dragon].
If Alaric were to acquire Tiamat's divine mud and infinite magical energy, he would inevitably activate the true Holy Lance and emulate the unfinished grand ambition of the Lion King.
Upon activating the Holy Lance again, Alaric would truly transform into the dragon that soars to the world's end—a demonic dragon that reaches the edge of the stars and brings about the end of humanity.
'It seems I'm still more impressive.'
With an inexplicable sense of competitiveness, Alaric raised an eyebrow, revealing a faintly proud expression.
This made Quetzalcoatl, standing before him, burst out laughing. She grabbed Alaric's head with both hands and said with a grin, "Big Sis feels like you were just thinking about something very dangerous, weren't you?"
"Not at all."
Without blushing or skipping a beat, Alaric averted his gaze, avoiding being drawn to the white—or rather bronze-colored—attraction in front of Quetzalcoatl's chest.
"Hey! You all seem to be having a great time chatting!"
Amid this harmonious atmosphere, a certain excluded goddess of the heavens glared at the four people on the flying dragon's back with dissatisfaction. She drifted over and stopped above Alaric's head, snapping, "How exactly are you healing? Is it some sort of authority or magic?"
Ishtar was deeply curious about Alaric's seemingly immortal regenerative ability. Even with the magical knowledge provided by her vessel, achieving such a feat seemed impossible.
"Hmm, well—"
Alaric tilted his head back, and what met his gaze was the flawless, snowy white of Ishtar's feet. Her toes, round and full, curled slightly, glimmering with a crystalline sheen.
Her elegant divine attire perfectly complemented Ishtar's flawless figure, showcasing every advantage her vessel possessed.
However, her shortcomings were just as apparent.
Her slightly modest chest formed a stark contrast compared to Quetzalcoatl and Mash.
"Are you thinking about something improper?"
As if noticing Alaric's gaze, Ishtar lowered her head suspiciously and stared at him.
"Not at all."
Using the same excuse as before, Alaric smiled and said, "It's just your imagination."
Amidst this harmonious atmosphere, Alaric and the group successfully arrived in Uruk.
At this time, Uruk didn't look much different from when Alaric had left, though there was inevitably some damage.
The latest wave of Lahmu had been repelled by the soldiers, though there were still casualties.
But aside from these casualties, what caught Alaric's attention the most was the structure encircling all of Uruk. Like interlocking fangs, it blocked the chaotic tides from breaching Uruk's borders.
This was the secret weapon that Gilgamesh had worked tirelessly to create during the time he had bought.
'As expected, he anticipated Tiamat's unsealing—'
"You're back."
In front of the Ziggurat, the golden king, Gilgamesh, gazed at the figures descending from the heavens and smiled. "You've done well, Alaric."
Tap tap.
Re-entering the Ziggurat, Alaric looked at the king before him and smiled, saying, "However, I've caused some trouble. I hope King Gilgamesh can be forgiving."
"Hmm?"
Gilgamesh, who had not foreseen the appearance of the Red Dragon, tilted his head slightly, seemingly unable to comprehend the meaning of Alaric's words.
At this moment, Fujimaru Ritsuka, Mash Kyrielight, Ishtar, and the others also landed.
Seeing that everyone had returned, Gilgamesh didn't linger on idle chatter with Alaric. Instead, he turned and led the group inside.
Walking beside Gilgamesh, Alaric soon noticed a familiar figure in the distance.
Holding a clay tablet in her arms, Siduri smiled gently and said, "Welcome back, Lord Alaric."
"Miss Siduri, are you alright now?"
Seeing Siduri, Alaric immediately approached her with a smile and said, "It was my lack of restraint earlier that caused your temporary hearing loss. There shouldn't be any lasting effects, right?"
"No issues at all, Lord Alaric. Thank you so much for your help."
Siduri smiled warmly and said, "Let's continue working hard together!"
Watching this exchange, the corners of Gilgamesh's lips lifted slightly into a rare smile, but he quickly suppressed it. He then turned to Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others, saying, "You've returned just in time. It seems—"
"King Gilgamesh, how many people are still alive in Uruk now?"
After some hesitation, Fujimaru mustered the courage to ask.
When flying over the city of Uruk, Fujimaru had already seen its devastation. After they had left, another attack by the Lahmu struck the city. However, this time, only three Servants had been left to protect the citizens, making it impossible to cover all fronts.
Under such circumstances, how many people of the First Dynasty of Uruk still survived?
"Seventeen hundred remain. After two waves of Lahmu attacks and the erosion of the Chaos Tide, the First Dynasty of Uruk collapsed. But the remaining embers are enough to ignite the light of humanity's future."
When speaking of the destruction of his kingdom, Gilgamesh showed no hint of sadness. Instead, his face was filled with pride. "Do not mourn for us. This is our greatest success—an outcome you can all be proud of."
In the future that Gilgamesh had once foreseen, fewer than five hundred people would have survived to this critical point. Even Siduri—
At this thought, the smile on Gilgamesh's face grew deeper. "Even if we are all annihilated, as long as the culture can endure, successors will surely emerge. This is how the future is built."
Nevertheless, Fujimaru and Mash couldn't hide their sorrow, as if blaming themselves for failing to fully protect this era.
"As long as the symbol of Sumerian culture—and you, this fool—survive, Uruk will endure, won't it?"
Ishtar, breaking Gilgamesh's moment of solemnity without mercy, snapped her fingers and chuckled, saying, "You are the key to Uruk's survival. As long as you exist, Mesopotamia's world will not disappear."
"Indeed. Therefore, we must protect Uruk from Tiamat."
Gilgamesh smiled faintly and said, "That will depend on your performance, Alaric, Fujimaru Ritsuka. This battle, marking humanity's farewell to the gods, is truly a mythological war!"
Just as the atmosphere reached its peak, Alaric raised his hand and said, "There's one thing I must clarify about Tiamat—she has no concept of death. She cannot be destroyed."
Hearing this, Gilgamesh froze, his words stuck in his throat.
"Eh?"
"Are you serious?"
Not only Gilgamesh but also Fujimaru and everyone present were stunned. Only Quetzalcoatl remained unfazed, as though this revelation was already within her expectations.
"Doctor! Is this true?!"
Fujimaru immediately turned to ask Roman and Da Vinci back in Chaldea, "Is it true that the goddess Tiamat cannot die?"
Fujimaru trusted Alaric implicitly. But it was precisely this trust that made her desperate to know how they could resolve the situation. If Tiamat truly couldn't die, was there still any hope?
Fujimaru refused to succumb to despair. No matter the obstacle, she believed they must keep striving.
A few seconds later, a projection appeared in the divine tower, displaying data about the primordial mother—Tiamat—for Gilgamesh and the others to see.
["Hmm. Sir Alaric possesses the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, an ability to see the lines of death. If even he claims that Tiamat lacks the concept of [death], then our hypothesis is likely correct."]
Da Vinci looked grim and said, ["Tiamat has no innate concept of death because she is the mother of life. Our survival is proof of her existence."]
["As long as life exists on the surface, Tiamat cannot die. She is a goddess without flaws, both in terms of physics and mythology."]
Romani's tone was heavy as he stated this harsh truth.
"'The surface, life?'"
Alaric keenly caught the key information in Romani and Da Vinci's words.
Immediately, he understood that Tiamat's immortality was conditional—her ability to defy death only functioned under certain circumstances.
A power capable of rejecting death.
Just as Ozymandias' immortality only worked when he was within the Great Temple of Ra, Tiamat's immortality depended on the existence of life on the surface.
If all life on the surface was wiped out, Tiamat would lose her immortality—
No, there must be another way…
"If we can force Tiamat into the Underworld, into a place where no life exists, her immortality can be broken, can't it?"
Alaric clapped his fist into their palm in realization, his expression excited.
But as soon as these words were spoken, Ishtar immediately panicked and screamed: "Ehhh??? You want to send Mother to the Underworld?!"
["It's a reckless plan, but it has a good chance of working."]
Far away in Chaldea, both Romani and Da Vinci seemed to agree with this idea.
"In the world of death, Tiamat would become the only living being—"
Gilgamesh murmured to himself.
At that moment, a voice echoed—a voice unmistakably familiar to everyone.
Snap.
Gilgamesh snapped his fingers, and an image of a goddess's back appeared in the high mirror rising from the Gate of Babylon.
Seemingly sensing something unusual behind her, the slightly dazed goddess of the Underworld, Ereshkigal, instinctively turned her head. Her pupils widened instantly.
She casually stepped out of the reflected frame of the Underworld mirror, only to reappear moments later with a grand flourish.
"Ahem! The mistress of the Underworld, Ereshkigal, has made her splendid entrance!"
Ereshkigal displayed a goddess-like elegance completely different from Ishtar's, exuding the aura of a dignified noblewoman.
"Lady Ereshkigal makes her grand return!"
Mash dramatically played along, her face full of astonishment.
"So, King Gilgamesh, what business do you have with me?" Ereshkigal asked with a smile.
"You fool, you were the one who contacted me first."
Gilgamesh didn't even look at her, folding his arms as he pondered Alaric's proposed plan.
"Tiamat is advancing toward Uruk. What's the situation in the Underworld?"
While thinking, Gilgamesh didn't forget to inquire about the increasing number of souls in the Underworld. After all, they were the souls of the deceased citizens of Uruk.
"In just one day, the number of dead has surpassed all previous accumulations. Look—"
Hearing this, Ereshkigal raised her hand and rotated the mirror of the Underworld, aiming its view toward the distant wilderness. Countless ghostly lights flashed among the fields of spear-like restraints.
The flames of the souls burned even brighter than when Alaric and the others had descended into the Underworld.
"The Underworld is supposed to be a place of rest for souls. It shouldn't be this lively—"
Ereshkigal sighed, but before she could continue, Alaric stepped forward eagerly.
"Ereshkigal, you should hear our plan," Alaric said with a smile.
"Hmm?"
Still maintaining her elegance, Ereshkigal continued smiling, ready to listen to what they had to say.
However, after hearing their proposal to drop the goddess Tiamat into the Underworld to break her immortality—
"EHHHHH??? Drop Tiamat down here??"
Ereshkigal was just as stunned as Ishtar had been, gesturing wildly as she exclaimed: "Drop her into this Underworld?!"
"That's right. You can do it, can't you, Ereshkigal?"
Alaric's excitement was palpable—this might be the only chance to break Tiamat's immortality.
As long as Tiamat can be dragged into the underworld, as long as the concept of death can be applied to Tiamat—
Alaric is confident he can kill her!
Although his confidence isn't very high, it's still better than nothing!
"This is the situation! Ereshkigal, mistress of the Underworld!! Bind that divine beast Tiamat to the depths of the earth."
Gilgamesh pointed at Ereshkigal and said, "This is the responsibility you took on when you joined the Three Goddess Alliance and caused chaos, and it's also your only chance for redemption!"
"Can you do it?"
Alaric stared intently at Ereshkigal, waiting for her answer.
Feeling a bit uncomfortable under Alaric's gaze, Ereshkigal scratched her head and said, "I can do it, sure, but Tiamat's target is Uruk, right? If I were to open the Gates of the Underworld in Uruk, it would normally take ten years."
"Normally?"
Alaric noticed something unusual in her tone, and even Gilgamesh raised an eyebrow slightly.
Ereshkigal, looking a little embarrassed, held up three fingers and said, "But I've always hated Uruk, so I secretly shifted things around a bit. Now, it'll only take three days."
"Wow—"
The leap from ten years to three days made Alaric raise his eyebrows, and he instinctively glanced at Gilgamesh beside him.
Gilgamesh, whose mouth was twitching uncontrollably, glared at Ereshkigal before snapping his fingers to put away the Mirror of the Underworld.
Just before Ereshkigal's figure disappeared, Gilgamesh made sure to add, "Ereshkigal, we'll discuss your revenge later."
After this brief interlude, Alaric and the others began discussing how to lure Tiamat into the Underworld.
"When will Tiamat likely reach Uruk?"
Having never left Uruk, Gilgamesh couldn't judge Tiamat's current status and had to ask Alaric and the others.
"If Tiamat's speed doesn't change, it'll take about two more days for her to reach Uruk," Alaric immediately answered.
"Two days... we're short by one day. It seems we'll have to hold Tiamat off for a full day," Fujimaru, rubbing her chin.
Holding Tiamat back for an entire day seemed like an impossible task!
Just her immense, giant-like size was something they couldn't possibly fight against!
"One day? I think it's possible!"
Alaric, thinking rapidly, decisively stated, "As long as we use a large-scale Noble Phantasm—"
"HAHAHAHA! What's there to hesitate about? Victory is already within our grasp!"
Gilgamesh's hearty laughter broke the atmosphere of deep thought, his cheerful voice echoing in the tower.
"King Gilgamesh, what do you mean by that?"
Not understanding Gilgamesh's humor, Alaric asked curiously, "Are you planning to bring out some incredible Noble Phantasm?"
Could Gilgamesh still have a large-scale Noble Phantasm capable of opposing Tiamat at this point?
"Hmph, not me, but this one does!"
Gilgamesh smirked and pointed directly at the mistress of the heavens, Ishtar: "You've been acting all innocent, haven't you? Normally, you'd be showing off by now!"
"Hm? Me?"
Not understanding why Gilgamesh was pointing at her, Ishtar mimicked his gesture and pointed at herself, looking utterly confused.
"It's Gugalanna, right? The Bull of Heaven that the Sumerian gods gifted you as your pet," Alaric said as if suddenly understanding Gilgamesh's meaning. He clapped his fist into his palm and smiled. "That's a large-scale Noble Phantasm! It'll surely hold off Tiamat."
"Servant of the goddess Ishtar, the greatest divine beast of Sumer, Gugalanna!"
Mash Kyrielight, also very knowledgeable, smiled and said, "If Ishtar summons the Bull of Heaven, we'll be able to defeat Tiamat!"
"Exactly! I've heard that Gugalanna can even drain the Tigris River dry!"
Even Quetzalcoatl showed excitement at the idea. "That'll make victory easy!"
"Hahahahaha! You're more humble than I expected!"
Gilgamesh's laughter never stopped, and he even went so far as to ruffle Ishtar's hair playfully.
But under the expectant gazes of everyone, Ishtar, looking utterly conflicted, finally snapped and shouted:
"It's gone! I have no idea where Gugalanna ran off to!!!!"
"...Huh??"
Gilgamesh's face stiffened, and his hearty laughter instantly vanished.
Not only Gilgamesh, but everyone present also lost their smiles. The victory that was within their grasp slipped away once more.
It became unreachable.
"What do you mean by this?"
Suppressing the urge to smash Ishtar's head, Gilgamesh asked word by word: "Gugalanna... is missing?"
"Yeah! When I wanted to teach Alaric a lesson, I realized Gugalanna was gone! I searched all over Mesopotamia, but I couldn't find it!!"
A despairing Ishtar revealed everything.
Upon hearing this news, everyone showed helpless expressions.
Even far away in Chaldea, Romani, and Da Vinci slumped their shoulders, accepting the reality.
Fujimaru and Mash sighed.
Alaric, however, quickly accepted this outcome. After all, according to Ishtar's account—
She had planned to summon the Bull of Heaven to punish him.
Just imagining that scene made Alaric feel both thrilled and troubled.
But this was far from enough to quell Gilgamesh's anger.
"You idiot useless goddess!!!! Do you think I recruited you for no reason!!!!"
Gilgamesh delivered a heavy smack to Ishtar's head, making her crouch down, holding her head in pain.
A few seconds later, a moment worthy of being recorded in mythology occurred.
[I am a useless goddess]
Holding a clay tablet as if serving detention, Ishtar was in utter despair, tears failing to fall. Mash, who had just finished writing on the tablet, looked at her, unsure of how to comfort her.
It was as if she was contemplating how to console Ishtar.
"Maybe your bull ran off to another world—"
Even after the disappointment, Alaric didn't forget to tease Ishtar.
"Waaahhhhhh—!"
But it didn't seem to help—Ishtar just cried even louder.
After this brief episode, Alaric and the others resumed their discussion. However, the now useless goddess Ishtar had lost her qualification to participate and remained in the corner of the temple, still holding the clay tablet.
"We still have a chance. The Bull of Heaven was just a bonus."
Alaric continued, "Tiamat should be moving through the Sea of Life. Her legs probably can't support her body, right?"
"That's right. If we eliminate the Sea of Life, we should be able to stop Tiamat from advancing—"
With Chaldea's observations supporting their discussion, Alaric and the others quickly gathered intelligence regarding Tiamat.
This allowed Alaric to swiftly determine their priority target.
Tiamat's Authority manifesting as [The Sea of Life]
"Marduk's Axe should still be in Eridu, right? That divine weapon once severed Tiamat's head—it must have an anti-Tiamat effect."
Alaric snapped his fingers and said: "If we strike her with this first, even the Goddess Tiamat won't be able to endure it, right?"
["If it's Marduk's Axe, then it will affect the Goddess Tiamat. Though it won't break her immortality, it should at least stop her movements!"]
Romani gave a firm answer.
As a divine weapon with mythological significance, Marduk's Axe was a perfect counter to Goddess Tiamat.
It was comparable to Enkidu's Chain of Heaven, which had the Divine Restraint property—its anti-divine power was immense.
"In terms of size, only Quetzalcoatl or I would be able to wield it—"
Alaric glanced at Quetzalcoatl beside him and asked: "Quetzalcoatl, do you want to wield Marduk's Axe, or—"
"Leave it to big sis~~!"
Quetzalcoatl gave a thumbs-up and smiled: "Big sis is all fired up right now!"
"But what about that Red Dragon?"
Fujimaru immediately asked: "Its attack power is too strong. If it remains, our plan won't work, right?"
If the Red Dragon continued circling above Tiamat, Alaric and the others' plan would be impossible to execute. Instead, they would suffer heavy losses.
Hearing this, Alaric nodded and then explained to Fujimaru Ritsuka and the others the intelligence he had gathered about the Red Dragon.
Near-immortal regenerative abilities, nearly infinite magical energy output.
Just these two factors alone meant the Red Dragon could cause destruction far beyond what they could handle.
However, at the same time, Alaric had also inferred an obvious weakness of the Red Dragon.
"That Red Dragon—"
"We need to evaporate the Sea of Life first, cutting off its magical energy supply and Tiamat's regeneration, right?~~ Big sis can do that too!"
Quetzalcoatl blinked and said: "If I use the Piedra Del Sol, I can directly evaporate Tiamat's Sea of Life, restricting her movements and cutting off the Red Dragon's magical energy supply!"
'The Piedra Del Sol Noble Phantasm—'
Hearing this, Alaric immediately thought of the stone placed on the altar. As the treasure of the supreme god of Mesoamerica, how powerful could it be?
"A perfect two-in-one solution! If we evaporate the Sea of Life, not only will Tiamat be unable to advance, but we'll also cut off the Red Dragon's magical energy!"
Fujimaru smiled: "Looks like we all need to give it our best!"
"That's right. While Quetzalcoatl wields Marduk's Axe, I'll deal with the Red Dragon. The rest of you will assist Quetzalcoatl—"
"Until she activates the Piedra Del Sol to evaporate the Sea of Life!"