The containment of the Primordial Goddess Tiamat revolves around two key premises:
Halting the chaos tides that disrupt her sliding trajectory, preventing Tiamat's movement and buying enough time for Ereshkigal to open the gates of the Underworld within the city of Uruk.
Eliminating the demonic dragon in the sky, the Crimson Dragon, whose threat surpasses even Tiamat. While Tiamat uses chaos tide to reshape ecosystems and deploys Lahmus to attack humanity, the Crimson Dragon threatens to incinerate the world with pure crimson lightning. The thunderstorm spanning thousands of meters would devastate the ecosystem if it struck the earth. For Uruk, the danger posed by the Crimson Dragon is even greater than Tiamat's!
Even if the Crimson Dragon remains within the chaos tide, its arrival alongside Tiamat in Uruk—and its ability to soar through the skies, avoiding the Underworld—would allow it to strike Uruk with unparalleled force.
Fujimaru, Mash, Ishtar, and Quetzalcoatl are tasked with containing Tiamat. Meanwhile, Gilgamesh commands all of Uruk's forces, along with the remaining three Servants—Ushiwakamaru, Leonidas I, and Benkei—to defend the city against the incoming Lahmu hordes.
Quetzalcoatl, who had arrived early in Eridu, examines the communication device in her hand. To ensure that the Marduk Axe in Eridu hits Tiamat at the right moment, Fujimaru gives her their communication device to maintain contact.
"Kuku!"
Jaguar Man, who had been guarding Eridu and had not appeared for some time, squats in front of the Marduk Axe and waves playfully at Quetzalcoatl. "Kuku, did you forget about me? Why haven't you come to visit me?"
"Hm?"
Quetzalcoatl blinks and replies, "Why are you still here?"
It seems Quetzalcoatl only now remembers the existence of Jaguar Man, who pouts and hoists her spear, gazing at the distant storm.
The storm stirred up by the Crimson Dragon is so massive that it can be observed even from the lush forests of Eridu. The overwhelming beastly energy makes Jaguar Man's blood boil with excitement.
"It's about to begin~~"
Though her tone is lighthearted, Quetzalcoatl's expression grows more serious than ever before. It's not just the presence of the Primordial Goddess Tiamat that weighs on her—but more importantly, the demonic dragon that dominates the sky.
In just half a day, it has grown even stronger.
BOOOOOOM!!!
Crimson lightning storms rage across the heavens, massive clouds twisting into a vortex. The diameter of the storm has expanded to tens of kilometers, and terrifying scarlet bolts of lightning illuminate the massive shadow that appears before Fujimaru and the others.
"It's grown larger!!!"
Fujimaru's expression is grim, and she instinctively holds her breath as she witnesses the horrifying storm.
Although Roman's observations had detected the Crimson Dragon's magical energy growing stronger, Fujimaru had never imagined a scene like this.
Tiamat herself has not undergone any changes. However, her landing has caused large numbers of Lahmu to emerge successfully from the chaos tide, surrounding her.
Yet the sight of these rampaging demons pales in comparison to the demonic dragon. The chaos around Tiamat seems almost trivial, incapable of truly pressuring them.
"The Lahmu are coming—"
Ishtar, ever-vigilant, keeps her eyes locked on the sky. The dragon that occupies the heavens is so dominant that even she cannot reclaim the skies from it.
"Staying on guard!"
Mash, tasked with protecting Fujimaru, shouts, "Sir Alaric, it's up to you!"
As Mash calls out, Alaric beside them—armed with a holy lance—gazes intently at the dragon looming in the sky.
In just one day, the Crimson Dragon has grown larger, and its magical energy has surged to terrifying levels. Its growth is so rapid as to defy any semblance of biological logic or linear development.
"It's not just the Crimson Dragon's blood…"
Alaric's expression froze. Seeing the Crimson Dragon again after half a day, he can sense its transformation more clearly.
This change is not something caused by the British Crimson Dragon's blood brought by Artoria.
The Crimson Dragon bears no connection to Britain. Instead, it carries blood that belongs solely to Alaric.
The dragon's blood, contaminated by Alaric's soul information, has undergone a quiet yet profound transformation.
This transformation, subtle as subconscious instinct, should not have surfaced in the physical body or even the soul.
Yet the Crimson Dragon has manifested this change.
Having consumed an ocean's worth of divine mud, the Crimson Dragon has unleashed its potential to the fullest!
["Can you hold it off?!"]
Roman's heavy words echoed, and Chaldea successfully observed the current state of the Crimson Dragon.
Just the reaction from its Spirit Origin alone far surpassed that of the once-invincible Gawain on the noon!
"We can't afford to lose to her, no matter what!"
Alaric's lips curled into a smile. His intense confidence was not diminished by the growth of the Crimson Dragon—rather, it had only grown stronger.
His surging fighting spirit transformed into a sharp sword as if it could pierce through the endless storm!
And just as Alaric's fighting spirit reached its peak, the voice of a certain girl, as though bidding farewell, rang out.
"Summon—"
Brilliant etheric light constructed itself, manifesting as the figure of a witch.
The witch of Greece, daughter of King Aeëtes, the possessor of the Golden Fleece, and a disciple of the moon goddess Hecate who studied the art of magic.
A pure-hearted soul who was willing to give up everything for love, she later became known as a witch of betrayal after a world-famous adventure, and ultimately met her demise.
The glow of magic light built several layers of composite spells within the void, imprinting them onto Alaric's body.
With each layer of the spell's reinforcement, Alaric could feel his physical condition rapidly improving.
"Enhancement magecraft, huh—"
Alaric glanced at Ritsuka Fujimaru and then smiled. "In that case, I can't afford to slack off either!"
Raising his holy lance high, Alaric felt the surging power coursing through his body. Under the witch's reinforcement, even his ability to control magical energy became increasingly adept, as fluid as flowing water.
Drawing on the vast reserves of magical energy stored in the holy lance in advance, he further tapped into the ley lines to extract an enormous amount of magical resources.
Converting magical energy to its utmost limit, the equivalent of ten people's worth of resources was condensed into a single, ultimate judgment.
"Holy Lance—loading."
As Alaric moved, the witch beside him continued to reinforce the magic, suppressing the overwhelming magical energy fluctuations emanating from him.
Even so, the Crimson Dragon high in the heavens still directed its gaze downward.
From the storm emerged its dragon head, and even its breath transformed into crimson lightning. Merely locking eyes with it was enough to shatter the sanity of an ordinary human—it was an absolute anti-human force.
"An Enemy of Humanity."
The Amino Geas, a genetic-level contract formed with Tiamat, allowed the entity to transform into an Enemy of Humanity, harboring the utmost malice toward all humans.
"This blow will determine who the true challenger is—"
Gazing at the Crimson Dragon emerging from the storm, Alaric grinned.
At this moment, the ultimate judgment had reached its peak!
Boom!
A jet-black aurora was the declaration of humanity's defiance against the demonic dragon—
Man vs. Dragon. Who will prevail?
The jet-black aurora erupted from the tip of the holy lance, instantly traversing the skies at lightning speed. Its scale expanded rapidly, its power far surpassing the astonishing force unleashed in the clash against Kingu that day!
"ROOOAAARRRR!!!"
As if only now noticing the presence of the holy judgment, the Crimson Dragon let out a thunderous roar. Its dazzling crimson breath swept across the sky, transforming into a torrential flood that collided head-on with the jet-black beam of light!
The blinding explosion of light evaporated the atmosphere, turning everything within a radius of several kilometers into waves of turbulence. These waves rippled outward in a circular pattern, howling in all directions.
The world trembled, its edges blurred by the sheer force of the collision.
"Excellent!"
Alaric laughed heartily, seemingly pleased by the Crimson Dragon's response.
Boom!
Immediately linking to the power of the Heavenly Vessel, Alaric harnessed its might and transformed into a jet-black star. Before the eyes of Fujimaru and Mash, he charged directly into the storm of lightning without hesitation.
The vast distance disappeared in an instant, and once again, Alaric confronted the Crimson Dragon born of his existence.
Its thousand-meter-long wings surged with crimson lightning, its sleek dragon body lined with sharp contours. Every muscle exuded explosive power as if its sheer strength could tear mountains asunder!
The massive dragon's head was raised high, its pale golden eyes glimmering with brilliance as they locked onto the tiny figure before it.
Despite the existence of the Amino Geas, the Crimson Dragon's heart held only one figure.
Not her mother, who had given her life, but the one who stood as her father.
Not merely a father, but someone far more significant. To the Crimson Dragon, Alaric was an existence she could not overlook.
So important that the Crimson Dragon wanted to sever Alaric's head with her claws and hang it atop the blazing sunlit spire.
No, it's about truly possessing.
I want to devour him, occupy him, embrace him…
I want to talk to him.
As Alaric, who should have been her father, stood before her, a surging battle intent stirred the heart of the Crimson Dragon.
Though she was born only a day ago, the Crimson Dragon, whose intellect had undergone tremendous growth, had her judgment.
Alaric—this father—truly desired to kill her from the depths of his heart.
This was an unchangeable fact. Born from the Mother, she was destined to fight against her Father.
But this was also a fact that didn't require sorrow or lament.
With her intellectual growth, the Crimson Dragon didn't find anything particularly wrong with this situation.
The only difference would be who emerged victorious in the end.
Unaware of the thoughts within the Crimson Dragon, Alaric gazed at the monstrous dragon that could only be described as a behemoth.
Its massive form was beyond anything even the monster films Alaric had seen in the past dared to depict, defying all biological logic.
How could a creature weighing tens of thousands of tons remain airborne and move with such agility?
And what kind of astronomical amount of magical power was being consumed to sustain its activities? If it weren't for Tiamat's ability to form a nearly infinite Genesis Ether cycle, the Crimson Dragon could never have grown to this level.
Alaric's brief thoughts came to an end, as a streak of lightning exploded before his eyes while he approached the Crimson Dragon once again.
Suddenly, the unnamed knight attacked, swinging a massive sword in an attempt to decapitate Alaric in one strike!
Clang!
With the chilling sound of metal clashing, a howling thunderstorm erupted again, turning the surrounding airspace into a realm of death!
At the moment the crimson hell appeared—
...
"Kuku!"
Jaguar Man, who had been observing the situation from afar, shouted, "It's your turn now!!"
Deep within the jungle of Eridu, Quetzalcoatl kicked up the divine axe of colossal proportions—the Axe of Marduk, towering dozens of meters high!
As the divine axe soared into the air, Quetzalcoatl spread her arms wide and embraced the massive axe handle, which was even thicker than a person!
Boom!
With the Axe of Marduk in her grasp, Quetzalcoatl stepped down with one foot, causing the ground beneath her to sink visibly. The jungle within dozens of meters around her collapsed into a depression!
"Haaaa!!!"
Using her body as a pivot, Quetzalcoatl spun wildly, increasing the inertia of her throw. Holding onto the Axe of Marduk, she became a blur, causing even the atmosphere to ripple.
Simply by spinning the divine axe, a visible storm formed above the jungle, and rolling clouds began to converge—until—
Boom!
The divine axe, hurled with incredible force, shattered the atmosphere, hurtling forward at a terrifying speed many times faster than sound. It crossed the vast jungle and sliced through the endless waves of chaos.
Even the crimson lightning that formed the hellish sky couldn't stop the divine axe's advance!
...
"It's coming!"
Fujimaru fixed her gaze on the divine axe as it tore through the sky, leaving a trail of brilliant white shockwaves in its wake.
The War God—Marduk, son of Enki, born of Apsu, an incarnation of water, was the creator of grains and bringer of abundance. He established the pathways of celestial bodies and determined the fates of humanity, revered as the Creator of All Things, King of the Gods, and Lord of All Realms.
He was the mightiest deity who once defeated the primordial god—Tiamat.
His divine weapon, the Axe of Marduk, had once severed Tiamat's head!
If Tiamat was a flawless being in both physicality and myth, then this divine axe was one of the few things capable of countering her!
[Aaaaaaa!!!!!!]
The approach of the divine axe naturally provoked a reaction from the primordial god. Among the few armaments capable of wounding her directly, the Axe of Marduk was the most formidable!
Faced with the oncoming divine axe, Tiamat, the primordial god, could do nothing to stop it!
Even evasion was impossible. Tiamat could only watch helplessly as the divine axe—that had once severed her head—threatened to do so once again.
[Aaaaaaa!!!!!!]
But this time, the primordial god had become the Beast of Calamity, one that devours humanity!
Accompanied by the goddess's voice, countless resplendent purple barriers suddenly unfolded, standing between Tiamat and the Axe of Marduk!
The purple barriers, spanning thousands of meters in diameter, seemed to be the most impenetrable defense in the world. Even the divine axe of the War God should have been stopped!
Crash!
There was no struggle. The advancing divine axe effortlessly tore through the dazzling purple barriers, breaking through three layers in succession!
The speed of the axe's approach was simply too fast. Even though Tiamat's barriers managed to intercept it, the axe pierced through in the blink of an eye!
By the time Fujimaru and Mash could comprehend what had happened—
The divine blood of a god splattered across the sky, and the cries of millions of Lahmus filled the air, lamenting the fall of the primordial god.
A scene resembling the reappearance of myth was reflected in the eyes of those who came after.
The primordial goddess Tiamat was once again struck on the neck, and crimson godly blood gushed out like a spring, cascading into the chaotic tides below.
To Fujimaru and the others, the Marduk Axe—massive beyond measure—appeared perfectly fitting when it struck Tiamat. Embedded deeply into her body, it became a lethal blade seemingly intent on severing Tiamat's head completely!
"Aaaaaaaa!!!!!!"
Tiamat let out a pained howl, raising her hands in an attempt to remove the divine axe lodged deeply in her neck.
If it had been the Noble Phantasms of other Servants, they would never have inflicted such grievous injuries on her. They wouldn't have even been able to penetrate the defense of her Anti-Genesis ability.
But the Marduk Axe was different. It was the very weapon that, in myth, had once severed her head—a weapon wielded by Marduk, the war god who conquered Babylon! With its mythological properties of divine subjugation, even Tiamat could not easily withstand its power.
Though this strike would not kill her outright, it still had a profound impact. The chaos tides advancing toward Babylon came to a halt.
This battle, reminiscent of the myth itself, was etched deeply into Fujimaru's eyes. The surging adrenaline made her heart race wildly. "We can do this!!"
"Success!!"
Mash exclaimed excitedly, witnessing the scene. "Senpai, the plan is going smoothly!!"
"That's right. Now we just need Quetzalcoatl to deploy the Piedra Del Sol so that Sir Alaric can strike down the evil dragon—"
Despite her excitement at the plan's progress, Fujimaru kept her calm, staring intently at the swarming Lahmu in the air.
Fujimaru knew with certainty that they had to hold these Lahmu at bay until the delay tactics succeeded. They couldn't allow these creatures to interfere with Alaric or Quetzalcoatl.
"Ishtar! Keep clearing out the Lahmu!"
Fujimaru shouted, "Keep closing in on Tiamat!"
"Got it!"
Riding the divine vessel Maanna, Ishtar, who was attacking the Lahmu from afar, laughed and replied, "Can you all keep up with me?"
...
Crash!
Unlike Fujimaru and the others, who were locked in battle with the Lahmu swarm, a dark flower bloomed within the crimson prison in the sky. This flower, forged from countless Chains of Heaven, pierced through countless lines of death.
At the same time that Quetzalcoatl hurled the Marduk Axe, Alaric, engaged in combat with the Dragon Knight, had also noticed the divine axe hurtling toward Tiamat.
It was Alaric who blocked the Crimson Dragon, preventing the immense thunderstorm from striking down the divine axe.
The injuries inflicted by the axe left Alaric shocked—and filled with a sense of...
Desire.
A desire for the blood of Tiamat that had splattered everywhere, as though obtaining it would somehow bring him a sense of completion.
"Are you yearning for the Mother?"
A quiet voice questioned him. Accompanied by the sound of a blade slicing through the air, an attack wrapped in crimson lightning came slashing toward Alaric's neck!
Anticipating the strike, Alaric countered by blocking with his Holy Lance, intercepting the oncoming crimson blade.
The sword, seemingly forged from the body of the Crimson Dragon, carried strength fully equal to that of the Crimson Dragon itself. It was a demonic dragon sword.
Hearing the Knight's emotionless question, Alaric instinctively raised an eyebrow and glanced at his opponent.
His longing for Tiamat—this desire—was something Alaric had never spoken of to anyone. Not even Merlin was aware of it.
How could this Dragon Knight see through it in an instant?
Was it due to the bloodline connection?
Alaric found this mysterious bond intriguing, but it shouldn't have been strong enough to allow such understanding.
Amidst his confusion, Alaric saw—
Those pale golden dragon eyes, radiating a light that Alaric was all too familiar with—
It was the light of desire for something coveted.
Having felt this yearning for himself many times, Alaric recognized it instantly.
The Dragon Knight was now focused entirely on him. This much Alaric understood—and it was precisely this realization that left him stunned.
"Oh no, this girl… does she want to devour me?"
Before Alaric could process this further, the Knight unleashed another storm of attacks, as relentless as a raging hurricane.
The surging crimson lightning danced like a rampaging thunder dragon, reducing the Chains of Heaven Alaric had constructed to dust!
Faced with this terrifying barrage, Alaric had no choice but to use all his strength to resist.
However, with the Witch's blessing empowering him, even if the Crimson Dragon had grown stronger, Alaric could still counter it with ease.
Yet, after witnessing Tiamat nearly decapitated by the Marduk Axe and hearing the Crimson Dragon expose his desires, mere combat no longer satisfied Alaric.
"What do you want?"
For the first time—and it would also be the last—Alaric finally began to care about the thoughts of Crimson Dragon.
Just as Alaric said to Kingu: live without regrets.
Was Crimson Dragon, this life born at an inappropriate time, truly seeking only the annihilation of humanity?
For the first and the last time, Crimson Dragon was met with Alaric's desire to communicate.
'Are you talking to me?'
The cold, expressionless face of Crimson Dragon showed no emotional fluctuations, and the attacks in her hands didn't cease. Instead, they became even fiercer, as if she wanted to respond with each lethal strike of her blade.
Receiving no response, Alaric and the knight retreated while fighting on the Dragon's back.
Though the reasons were unclear, Alaric found that he was always fighting one-on-one. Only one of either the knight or the Dragon beneath him would fight him at any given time.
But this was not due to any limitation of Crimson Dragon; it felt more like she deliberately avoided ganging up on him.
This was further evidenced by the pure melee combat—eschewing reliance on overwhelming magical power to crush Alaric.
This feeling was all too familiar to Alaric.
In the past, Alaric had been transformed by the Lion King's dragon blood from a mere mortal into a being comparable to a Servant. Yet raw strength alone didn't bring Alaric much.
Even with the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, a power of unparalleled might, Alaric still needed to hone himself, sharpening his skills to fully utilize his body's strength.
Sheer brute force could only provide fleeting dominance—it could not endure.
'Is she using me as a whetstone?'
Alaric dismissed the thought immediately. Gazing at the knight's emotionless, expressionless face, and recalling her earlier cold rejection, he had no choice but to give up on the idea.
With doubts lingering in his heart, it seemed Alaric would never get an answer.
The battle in this crimson hell continued, seemingly without end.
Until Quetzalcoatl, riding a flying dragon, finally arrived at the battlefield—
Only a few dozen minutes had passed.
Tiamat had yet to recover from the wounds inflicted by Marduk's Axe. The so-called immortality of hers seemed unable to negate the influence of this mythical weapon.
It appeared so on the surface. But who was Quetzalcoatl?
She was the supreme deity, a god of unparalleled insight. Upon arriving at the battlefield, she immediately discerned Tiamat's current state—
"Fujimaru! Marduk's Axe can probably hold for another three to four hours. Hang in there!"
For higher-dimensional beings like gods, who could endure the passage of long eras, the human concept of time seemed trivial. Three or four hours to erase the influence of a mythological power was not long in the eyes of a god.
But for Fujimaru in this moment, every second was a desperate struggle!
Even if Marduk's Axe could buy three to four hours, for them, it was undoubtedly a major success!
"Got it!"
Taking a deep breath, Fujimaru shouted: "The rest is up to you, Quetzalcoatl!!"
"Mash, keep attacking the Lahmu!"
"Yes, Senpai!"
In the area beyond Fujimaru's reach, Quetzalcoatl, riding a flying dragon alone, looked up at the towering dragon shadow high in the sky.
Alaric's battlefield lay there.
Holding off a demonic dragon comparable to a god all by himself, Alaric's feat could go down in history, even granting him the legendary status of a dragon slayer.
But that was impossible. All of Alaric's actions were like flowers in a mirror or the moon's reflection on water—fading silently, like an illusion.
Quetzalcoatl's focus wasn't solely on Alaric but also on the massive shadow of the demonic dragon.
A life born from the connection and bond between Tiamat and Alaric, this new dragon should have been born in celebration. Yet now, it exists as an Enemy of Humanity.
Even though its intelligence could override the cell-level Amino Geas contract, its essence remained unchanged.
The body of this dragon was composed of Tiamat's divine mud, an immutable substance.
Quetzalcoatl could sense the magical energy waves emanating from the sky above. After taking a deep breath, she turned her gaze to Tiamat, the primordial goddess still trapped under the lingering effects of Marduk's Axe.
This is the perfect opportunity—
Quetzalcoatl knew this very well. If they waited until Tiamat had completely neutralized the effects of Marduk's Axe, then even she—
Would find it difficult to affect her.
"Jaguar Man, I leave this to you."
As Quetzalcoatl's words fell, Jaguar Man sprang from behind her, instantly transforming into a streak of yellow lightning, annihilating all the Lahmus that attempted to attack Quetzalcoatl!
"Leave it to me, Kuku!!"
Jaguar Man laughed in excitement: "Awoo!!!"
After Jaguar Man departed, Quetzalcoatl finally took action.
She knelt on one knee and spoke the true name of her Noble Phantasm:
"The past is here. The present is here. The future is here!"
A dazzling radiance, like that of the sun, erupted from her hands. As she moved, a massive circular stone formed above her head.
Engraved with ancient totems, it transformed into a golden gate.
The Piedra Del Sol is the Aztec calendar that reveals everything about the world's past and present. Quetzalcoatl could use this stone as a gate, opening a path—
To summon the divine essence of her true form—the real Sun God, Quetzalcoatl, invoking a portion of the supreme deity's power from Mesoamerican!
The divine energy, as brilliant as the sun, roared through the battlefield, forming what seemed like solar winds that ravaged everything around her. Temperatures of thousands of degrees threatened to evaporate the very atmosphere.
Quetzalcoatl raised her arm high, reaching toward the gate, attempting to retrieve what lay within.
"Come winds, come lightning!!"
The incantation continued, and as her magical energy reached its peak—
The sun fell into the hands of the god.
Seizing the sun, Quetzalcoatl leaped from the flying dragon's back:
"When the morning star shines... let all know the Sun's light reaches every corner of the Earth!—Piedra del Sol!"
It was a radiance surpassing even the great sun in the sky, a brilliance that seemed capable of illuminating the entire world with the light of life.
In an instant, the sun plummeted into the chaos tide.
Under that extreme heat, even the chaos tide was instantly evaporated, and the countless Lahmu in the sky were all obliterated!
Boom!
The atmosphere within a radius of over ten kilometers was instantly expelled, forming a massive shockwave that spread toward the land of Mesopotamia!
The first to bear the brunt of this impact was none other than Fujimaru and Mash, who was also on the battlefield!
"That is our distant homeland, a place that can heal all wounds and all hatred. Manifest! The long-lost ideal city!!"
Almost at the same moment, Quetzalcoatl unleashed her Noble Phantasm, and Mash activated her own, completely blocking the approaching heatwave and shockwave!
Although the most dangerous impact was neutralized, the residual force still left Fujimaru in stunned silence.
Not only had the chaos tide been evaporated, but every trace of life on the land had been obliterated as well, leaving behind only molten mountains and rocks.
In just an instant, the earth suffered devastation akin to a meteor impact. Over ten kilometers of land turned into a dead zone, where the very ground, melted by the sun, would take decades to recover.
Only after many years would the seeds of life sprout once more.
Yet, it was precisely this unbelievable power—
That ensured that, as far as Fujimaru could see, not a single trace of the Chaotic Tide remained!
["Piedra del Sol is still active—what's Tiamat's condition?"]
Even from Chaldea, Dr. Roman had detected the power of the Piedra del Sol and quickly checked the situation before asking:
["She's fallen, right?"]
Snapped out of his shock by Roman's words, Fujimaru immediately looked toward the giant's location along with Mash.
What they saw was that the Chaotic Tide beneath the Primordial Goddess, Tiamat, had completely evaporated. Only endless molten lava remained, while Quetzalcoatl, standing on the scorched earth, continued to maintain the Piedra del Sol, preventing Tiamat from regenerating the Chaotic Tide!
Under everyone's gaze, the Primordial Goddess, Tiamat, seemed to have lost her footing. Her colossal body, as grand as a titan, crashed down with a thunderous impact!
She braced herself with both hands against the ground, preventing her complete collapse.
But this very action caused Marduk's Axe, embedded in her neck, to sink another inch deeper!
A torrent of divine blood gushed out, splattering onto the scorched earth, where it was slowly consumed by the extreme heat.
However, the divine blood was so powerful that even the Piedra del Sol could not instantly erase it, its existence surpassing that of the Chaotic Tide itself!
"We did it!"
Seeing the success of the plan once again, Fujimaru clenched her fist in excitement and shouted in joy.
Not just Fujimaru—Mash and Ishtar also raised their fists in exhilaration.
As Quetzalcoatl continued erasing the Chaotic Tide, not only was Tiamat further restrained, but even the battle in the skies above was reaching its climax!
Thinking of this, Fujimaru, Mash, and Ishtar all instinctively looked toward the heavens.
The crimson thunderstorm had already vanished, leaving only the shadow of a demonic dragon still coiling in the sky as if it would never disappear.
And almost at the very moment, Fujimaru looked up—
A streak of light shot across the sky, descending straight from the heavens.
A figure fell from above, moving faster than anyone could react, plunging directly into the sea of divine blood.