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"Looks like you've found your way out of this. Let me just say, my role here is to block your way no matter which route you take. So I want to commend that defiant spirit with a tip.
Even a false deity needs a title, and a dominion." (?)
The black figure much like a standing cardboard cutout or a moving silhouette addressed as much, her palms stretched out, offering her words as some bleak superficial mercy. Yggdrasil didn't need much time to think it through. A title? She always had one.
"A dominion, in other words what you truly meant is a divinity. Heaven gifted... No, heaven wrestled authority. Gifted is much too inappropriate towards the efforts people have put in throughout history.
God magical girl, Yggdrasil. Envy of stars above, lost foreign envoy. False deity of Sanguine Desecration. " (Yggdrasil)
" I see... A rebellion against the heavens. The outsider you are... Yet you still have a clear picture of who you should fight...
You chose right, if you want to fight the heavens, blasphemy is the right path to gain conceptual advantages, falsified as you are. You are not the real god of sacrilege, that would be the devil, the definitive enemy of humanity, the demon lord.
And you are essentially a little shadow of that very demon lord that once threatened all of existence. Names have such power, but power is needed to have names. What a beautiful relationship. " (?)
She looked raring to go against this pitch black figure, but she seemed to have one last question. She pointed defiantly at her enemy and opened her lips.
" Who are you? " ( Yggdrasil)
She looked just about ready to attack if the figure gave anything short of satisfactory for the answer.
" Lost to an era before all other eras, a shadow of a fragment of a shadow... The deity I once was has been reduced to that very fragment of a shadow, and I am the Trace manifestation of him." (?)
A guy? A male magical girl like Faramicia, but someone amazing who had reached the level of god magical girl...
" False deity of calamity and Aldominion. Sovereign Sanctity Superi, Ka-"(?)
As if the words left on the tip of her tongue, she stops. Unable to utter her own name, almost like a curse. If the heavens restricted itself, would it still be considered 'heavenly' restriction? Yggdrasil flies through the air, leaving behind numerous mirages as decoys. Combat has started, the core of the dead garden goddess kept on her hasn't stopped blaring once. Hostile entity warning! It shrieks repeatedly in her possession. It has only reacted to things that threaten the universe, in other words it only responds to belligerent gods.
The mirages explode as Yggdrasil deals the first attack. Her great sword's murky black fades to bloom a vibrant ruby dark red. Sharp inclusions spread forth the the sharp edges all the way to the base, revealing a gleaming surface with numerous facets. The moment her sword collided with its target, it exploded into numerous glowing stars, across a space larger than a galaxy. Each one the size of a star, burning fiercely in the eery whiteness of this space.
This sub dimension, this Oblivion Magia is of a milky white and seemed completely lit. The whites in the sky aren't the blinding rays of light, but an actual background like a whiteboard or a canvas. Leaving the red stars visible no matter how far one went in this space. As expected, the sword slash did absolutely no damage.
"... A kinetic explosion? I may not be anywhere near as strong as my primordial, but if you want to leave a scratch on me you need to at least start tearing into the world itself." (?)
Attacks need to surpass the speed of light. The amount of energy it contained can't match the stars, it has to match the universe. A god magical girl can command infinite magical energy at her disposal, but that just meant she had fuel that never ran out. It didn't mean her output was equally as limitless. If one wanted to handle such an attack, they can't recklessly throw in magic energy and call it a day. Stepping into the realm of the divine is no longer about magic energy quantity like the mortals deal with, it's all about technique. Transcendantal technique that surpass the comprehension, we all have one. It's called skill.
"{FEED}!!!" (Yggdrasil)
Unlimited ingenuity, complexity, the furthest reaches of the mind and beyond even that! Spread your tendrils across the universe and drain it of all magic you can grasp. No, not enough. Spread it further and reach into other universes as well.
"... Divine technique -" (Yggdrasil)
{Feed} has consumed the magic energy of other universes. Magic does not obey time and space, magic is infinite in nature. Through the arcane, through the utilisation of her primary skill she has reached the multiverse as a side effect. Magic does not care for the process, only the result. So it absorbing the magic of this universe is also absorbing the magic of other universe, since magical particles ignore all these fundamental rules it is also existing in other universes and every universe at once.
Using the 'gullet' she had created as a side effect of 'consuming', she had reached the true Yggdrasil and made a connection. Rather, she simulated the cable connecting her and the true world tree. She is Yggdrasil, an unknowing envoy that loved her birthplace like any other. Not the world tree. That much is certain. She loved her creator the most, that is undebatable. So she'll carve a path with anything she can put her hands on, even the world tree of legend itself.
One more slash, she cuts a hole in this Oblivion Magia that splits it in two. Like a ravine that began at her the tip of her sword, the edges glow with as many colours as it possibly could, changing from every hue on the spectrum to the next. Constantly shifting in appearance, receding like waves, opening up a black space under this sub dimension.
The opponent floats above the sea of red stars. Was this the universe Yggdrasil originated from? Or has she created a new one with that one attack? Faint red slashes assault the enemy like pelting snow, nearly invisible but forever more lingering. For some reason Yggdrasil could tell, faint scratches are continuously being left on the enemy's skin. She's finally doing damage, even if it was the equivalent of an ant bite. She has achieved this much which most beings could never dream of.
She may never be the strongest, her opponent doesn't even take her seriously. She understands, her journey will definitely end here. The one floating before her is merely accepting her tantrum, like mollifying a child. Though the thought of pacifying a child before their execution is quite morbid. She can tell, the shadow in front of her has grown a gentle smile.