A sudden upheaval erupted.
Even Kou, the Conqueror of the Wilderness, was left dumbstruck.
Never in a thousand years would he have expected that Yu Mei-ren and Ranryō-Ō—the ones meant to be fighting alongside him—would strike him from both sides instead.
And yet—
Even the Ranryō-Ō's precision strike failed to pierce his defenses.
Just like Mordred, they couldn't even scratch him!
Surging with violent magical energy, Kou roared:
"Outsiders! As expected—you can't be trusted!"
[Mountainous Power and Matchless Valor: My Strength Plucked Up the Hills, My Might Shadowed the World!!]
Boom!
That unparalleled brute force erupted, sending Ranryō-Ō flying in an instant. Forget a single man—even a mountain would crumble under such power.
Kou bared his teeth in a mocking grin.
"I am the Emperor's ultimate war weapon—truly, invincible!"
"You're certainly strong."
Nameless frowned slightly as he watched him.
Then, quietly, a Summon Card appeared in his hand, shining brilliantly with summoning light. A new Servant call was about to begin.
This method of summoning was inspired by his descent card—an easier way to call Heroic Spirits into the field.
Put simply—
It was like drawing a gacha card in a game, and instantly pulling the character into reality!
Of course, the stronger the Heroic Spirit, the harder they were to summon.
Vmmm—
A small, adorable girl appeared—dressed in a sailor uniform fused with frilly, pastel-colored magical-girl attire.
She smiled brightly:
"I'm Magical Girl Illya, fifth grader at Homurahara Elementary in Fuyuki City! I might be weak, but I'll do my best to help!"
"Illya—fight alongside me," Nameless said with a gentle smile.
At this, the entire viewing audience froze in shock—
BoobVenerate-[The hell, Nameless—you're going too far! You're dragging in grade schoolers now?!]
LoliConnoisseur-[Aaah! Illya! My angel, my sweet Illya!]
MonaLigmaBalls-[Damn it, Nameless—you're not seriously putting her in a fight, are you?!]
HistorianWithWifi-[Wait, wait… aren't we forgetting that in history, Yu Mei-ren was Kou's beloved? And now she's acting like she has a crush on Nameless instead?!]
In the living room—
Illya herself widened her eyes: "Ehhhhh?! I'm in this too?!"
She was just an ordinary schoolgirl—what on earth could she even do in battle?
And to make it worse, it wasn't even her normal form, but her embarrassing magical girl outfit!
"Illya—you're actually a magical girl? Did you contract with Kyubey or something?" Kirina blurted out in astonishment.
A magical girl—an existence symbolizing love and hope itself.
"Uh…"
Illya didn't want to say it aloud.
But she had contracted with Ruby and that scheming Kyubey-type familiar.
Because of that, she'd been caught in all kinds of compromising situations—like Sanjiro seeing way too much of her, or even ending up sitting on his lap by accident.
Just remembering it made her cheeks burn like fire.
Still—the payoff had been big.
She'd received the Archer (Red A) Card, letting her temporarily manifest as a Heroic Spirit.
At least now she had a way to defend herself.
Could it be that the reason she was summoned to this Lostbelt was precisely because she carried Red A's combat potential—foreshadowing that she would one day become infinitely powerful?
Illya's heart fluttered with anticipation.
So exciting…
To see the brilliance of her own future self—and maybe even learn from it.
"Come on—show me just how strong I'll become!"
As she was summoned, the battle resumed.
On the screen, Magical Girl Illya waved her Ruby staff, releasing a dazzling pillar of light.
But—
It had no effect at all.
Her attack couldn't even chip Kou's armor.
Worse still, it only enraged the slaughter-machine further.
He surged forward at terrifying speed. In that desperate moment, the Command Spells on Illya's hand flared with light:
"Berserker—save me!"
Vmmm!
The sigil blazed, unleashing impossible power that pierced the space-time blockade.
A massive summoning circle flared underfoot—
And a towering man, well over two meters tall, appeared with a thunderous crash.
It was none other than Heracles, the mighty Berserker!
Without hesitation, he stepped in front of Illya, bracing against Kou's charge.
His roar shook the battlefield:
"No one—touches Illya!!"
Two thousand years of refinement—thus was born the very first puppet-soldier, the ultimate war engine forged to someday march into the stars: Kou, the Conqueror of the Wilderness.
Facing him now was a figure from the age of Greek myth, one who carried the blood of Zeus, trained under Chiron himself, and had conquered the Twelve Labors: Heracles.
One was hailed as a man whose strength could tear mountains from their roots.
The other, destined to be remembered as the God of Strength.
And in this moment, the two paragons of raw power clashed head-on!
Illya froze, her smile faltering.
"Ah… this is…"
She had thought her summoning would let her shine on her own. Instead, it all came down to her father-figure again.
"Tch… Why am I so weak…?"
Sanjiro, however, couldn't help but smile faintly.
This Lostbelt had no Alaya. Summoning top-tier Heroic Spirits here was near-impossible.
That colossal barrier in the sky—called the Great Wall—wasn't just a shield against outside threats. It was like a firewall, sealing off the summoning of Heroic Spirits entirely.
Which meant that Shikotei himself had taken Alaya's role.
That was the true terror of this Lostbelt.
But… there were loopholes.
Illya wasn't a Heroic Spirit. Summoning her here bent the rules. And through her, it became possible to call forth Heracles.
Not the mindless Berserker version—but the full, complete form of the strongest hero.
The battle resumed.
Heracles swung his massive axe-sword, meeting Kou's onslaught head-on.
Every strike detonated like thunder, shockwaves ripping the earth apart. The ground was scarred and cratered, as though missiles had torn it to shreds.
"Their strength… it's beyond dragons!" Da Vinci exclaimed in awe.
Both combatants had long surpassed the standard of a normal Servant. They were fighting on a divine level.
Da Vinci murmured, almost wistful:
"If we'd had either of them when we fought the Lion King… things would've gone very differently."
She glanced at Nameless. "Aren't you going to fight alongside him to finish off Kou?"
"No," he said evenly. "I didn't summon Heracles to kill Kou. What I want… is to meet the Emperor himself."
Summoning Heracles wasn't about victory. It was a demonstration—a proof to Shikotei that Chaldea's power was worth acknowledging.
Everything happening here was under the Emperor's watchful gaze.
Shikotei could unseal the Heroic Vault. Nameless could summon Servants.
The gap between them had closed, if only a little—enough to force the Emperor to take Chaldea seriously.
Tei… let me show you the right path once more.
Long ago, they had fought side by side, creating a unified land.
Now, he would be the one to correct this Lostbelt destined for ruin.
As Heracles and Kou's clash shook the battlefield, another figure arrived—
Shin Ryougyoku.
Eyes blazing with hostility, she declared:
"By the order of His Majesty, I will destroy you outsiders!"
Nameless raised his hands, calm and unthreatening.
"We've shed no innocent blood. In fact, we've defended your people from danger. Can we not talk first? Isn't it possible you've been deceived by that fox woman?"
"That is irrelevant. His Majesty commands me to strike down—huh? Wait… Yu Mei-ren? Weren't you sworn to eliminate Chaldea?"
Shin Ryougyoku blinked, bewildered.
She had expected Yu Mei-ren to be hostile. Yet here the girl was, standing meekly at Nameless's side.
What was this nonsense?!
The Emperor's true order to her had been to support whichever side was losing.
From the beginning, Shikotei had never truly trusted anyone.
That was the true craft of a ruler.
"I choose this," Yu Mei-ren said with a sweet smile.
Fighting Chaldea or aiding them—it had all been about finding Nameless. Now that she had, why bother fighting anymore?
The scene shifted.
From the chaos of battle to the opulence of a Palace.
"Your Majesty, you mustn't underestimate Chaldea," Koyanskaya purred. "They can summon Heroic Spirits from human history! And Yu Mei-ren's betrayal cannot be forgiven!"
As a fragment of the Beast V—the Beast of Pleasure—her only purpose was to sow chaos.
To twist every Lostbelt, to push Chaldea into despair—this was the mission of a Beast.
And yet, Shikotei didn't even seem inclined to unleash his full strength.
Koyanskaya clenched her teeth.
"Your Majesty, they are invaders destined to destroy your empire. Why not unseal the Hero Repository? With the heroes inside, you could erase Chaldea a hundred times over!"
But Shikotei only released two: Shin Ryougyoku and Kan Shin.
To call it "holding back" was an understatement. This was a floodgate left wide open.
"I have already told you," the Emperor's voice was calm, unshaken.
"In my eyes, you are all barbarians. Whether Yu Mei-ren aids Chaldea or opposes them is meaningless to me. You are nothing more than actors upon my stage. All I wish to see… is who proves themselves of worth."
A few simple words, and his will was laid bare.
====
In the Tohsaka household—
At the round table, the three Rins debated.
Rin frowned.
"It's just as I thought. That Emperor is like Tiamat—he doesn't actually want humanity destroyed. But what is he waiting to see?"
That Great Wall, stretching over the entire Earth, was still too overwhelming to comprehend. Even now, Rin felt like she was watching a living myth.
Just as Koyanskaya had said: if he truly wished to destroy Chaldea, he could have done so at any time, simply by unsealing the Hero Repository.
But he never did.
Even when selecting which frozen heroes to release, he had ordered his guards to choose only those loyal and benevolent, those who served the people.
He only chose Shin Ryougyoku and Kan Shin.
"Maybe…" Ereshkigal spoke hesitantly. "Maybe he wants to see humanity's possibilities?"
Her thoughts turned to the vision of the future her clairvoyance had once glimpsed.
"Could it be that this Emperor has seen something ahead of us?"
"Impossible," Ishtar scoffed. "That Emperor farms humans like livestock! He doesn't care about people at all!"
The Lostbelt's citizens were nothing but penned cattle—no families, no culture, no history. They didn't even know their own parents' names.
"They're ignorant slaves, nothing more. What meaning is there in their lives? Besides—if the Emperor could see the future, he'd never allow Nameless to dismantle his eternal empire!"
Ishtar crossed her arms, smug.
"Don't tell me you actually believe he's like Tiamat—someone who would sacrifice themselves for humanity? Hah! Shikotei sought eternal life above all else. He will never abandon it. Never."
She laughed harshly.
"Don't tell me you really think an emperor would ever willingly throw it all away?"
"…Wait. You're saying you have honor?" Rin muttered, shooting her a sidelong look.
This goddess was already infamous, her dignity in shambles.
Now her words only dragged her reputation even lower.
Beside them, Sakura sat quietly, watching her sister with complicated feelings.
Was it just her imagination—or did Rin's condition seem to be getting worse with every video exposed?
There she was, muttering to herself, shaking her head with that mix of frustration and disbelief.
Her sister really was losing it.
Her face kept shifting—anger one moment, doubt the next, then surprise.
Her eyes betrayed a mix of sarcasm, disdain, and shock, like a pie chart of clashing emotions.
As expected, under the influence of those two goddesses, Rin's split-personality tendencies were only getting worse.
Could it be… she really was going to become the "Monkey King" that Nameless had joked about?
That would be—
Too good!
—no, too dangerous. She had to think of a way to help her sister.
After all, they were bound by sisterly ties, close as family.
And she, the soft and harmless little sister, could never have any ill intentions… right?
Under Sakura's conflicted gaze, the video played on.
Koyanskaya forced a strained smile.
"Your Majesty, I came all this way just to address the crisis facing your Empire. Surely that makes me useful, doesn't it? So tell me—what exactly is this 'crisis'?"
Shikotei's voice rang through the cavernous hall.
"Kan Shin."
Kan Shin stepped forward with a bow.
"Your Majesty, We faces only two true threats. The first comes from beyond the stars—the Vanguard of the Umbral Star. The second lies within the storm-wrapped anomalies scattered across the earth."
Long ago, back when Nameless still stood by his side, he had warned of those cosmic predators that drifted through the universe, harvesting civilizations.
The Great Wall in orbit was built for one purpose—to keep them out.
But that wasn't the only danger.
After countless investigations, his soldiers had discovered endless storms cloaking the regions of Greece, the northern, the southern, and beyond.
Even Kou, Shikotei's mightiest warrior, had been unable to cross them.
It was as if the world itself had sealed them off, each forming a separate domain.
With a slight stammer, Kan Shin continued:
"Th-those sealed lands… according to Chaldea's terminology… they're all Lostbelts."
"Oh?" Shikotei's tone did not waver. "Then what is the immediate goal?"
"N-naturally, it is to seize Chaldea's time-traversing vessel. With it, we can pierce those boundaries and survey the other realms!"
Kan Shin straightened and declared boldly:
"All under the sky belongs to the Emperor. Wherever the sun shines, wherever rivers flow, all shall be the Emperor's domain!"
The declaration was steeped in unshakable confidence. After all, Shikotei had stood unchallenged for over two thousand years.
"Hahaha! Well said! I am the absolute ruler of this world—no land shall exist beyond my grasp!"
The Emperor laughed, and a massive map unfurled before him, revealing his current dominion.
Projected across the world, the map showed Asia, Europe, the Americas, even Antarctica—all under his control, save for the storm-wrapped Lostbelts.
The Pacific and Arctic Oceans had become the Empire's inland seas.
—
In Academy City, Merry couldn't help but gave a wry chuckle.
"Truly, the scale befits an emperor."
The contrast was absurd.
Every other singularity barely managed to hold onto a single nation.
But here? The First Emperor had subjugated the entire planet—and now he even sought to march on the other Lostbelts.
It explained why, when threatened by the gods of the New World, he had insisted on broadcasting his answer only after showing the videos to his people—and the world.
That was his confidence.
"Hmph. Ruling the world is meaningless."
Tamamo-no-Mae scoffed.
So typically mortal—to obsess over land.
He could conquer the globe, but in front of her nine tails, it would make no difference.
She would crush him all the same.
Back in the video, Koyanskaya pressed on.
"Your Majesty, I have always worked for your Empire's stability. Why place your trust in Chaldea instead of me?"
"I trust no one," Shikotei's said flatly. "But Chaldea's value far outweighs yours."
"???"
Koyanskaya froze, stunned, as the Emperor leaned forward.
"Their vessel is priceless to me. If you wish to negotiate, then bring something greater than what they offer… Chowking-Straycat."
Imperial authority, in action.
"That's not my name! It's Koyanskaya! Are you… are you deliberately misnaming me?"
The Emperor chuckled.
"If you dislike it, then let Us use your true name—Nine-Tailed Fox… Tamamo."
Her mask shattered.
He had seen right through her.
Panic swept across her face.
She had wandered countless Lostbelts under false identities, but this man had pierced her disguise at a glance.
Realizing the danger, she tried to retreat—only to find the Guard Captain already blocking her path.
Boom!
His fist struck with overwhelming force. She couldn't resist.
The fox who had spent the entire time stoking chaos was seized on the spot.
Shikotei's voice remained calm.
"Did you truly think We couldn't foresee this? Even the future lies within Our grasp. By Our decree, you are sealed for eternity."
Glowing sigils flared, a brilliant web of symbols binding her in place.
Merry glanced sidelong at the Tamamo beside her.
"…So, any comment?"
A fox thinking she could keep her disguise forever? Please.
That Emperor might not have clairvoyance, but his calculations had surpassed even those who did. He could predict the future outright.
"Hmph! That was just a small avatar of mine. When my real self appears, I'll crush him easily!" Tamamo hissed through clenched teeth.
Humiliated, publicly no less.
But it didn't matter.
That was only a fragment of her power. When her true body descended, she would trample both the Emperor and Nameless beneath her feet.
Merry winced.
"Yeah… somehow I don't see this going the way you think."
She lacked the future sight of Solomon or Gilgamesh, so all she could do was keep watching.
Back in the video—
Kou, locked in battle with Heracles, suddenly withdrew.
"Hmph. Foreigners, I have gathered enough data. I must now report for military council."
Without hesitation, he turned and left.
The mighty warlord, clearly capable of fighting on, had no intention of finishing the battle.
And then, a thunderous voice poured from the sky itself:
[Foreign visitors, look up. I have been watching you all along.]
Da Vinci lifted her eyes, staring at the strange structure suspended in orbit.
"That… that's the Great Wall?"
And with that, Shikotei confirmed it—the impossible structure girding the planet was none other than the Great Wall.
Nameless raised his gaze.
"Then what do you want from us?"
[Simple. Allow Us to study your vessel. Once finished, We will return it—and hand over your Koyanskaya besides. As guests, you will be under Our protection. No harm shall befall you here.]
Indeed, in this Lostbelt, no other threats remained.
The Emperor had dealt with them all.
Even Koyanskaya, their quarry, was already in his grasp.
Da Vinci spread her hands with a smile.
"Looks like we don't really have any other choice. We should agree to his terms—and capture that sly little fox. Master, what do you think?"
"Yeah, let's do it." Nameless answered.
If they wanted to get closer to Shikotei, this was the most natural way.
[A wise decision! Shin Ryougyoku will accompany you. If you have questions, direct them to her. Is there anything else you wish to ask of Us?]
Da Vinci tilted her head in curiosity.
"Normally, wouldn't a ruler delegate these negotiations to an official? Why does His Majesty come in person?"
[Hahaha! What, in your world are kings so flimsy that just showing their faces exposes every weakness? Does the sun shy away from human eyes? Does the moon conceal its face? We are the Son of Heaven. We rule above all lands and all life. Naturally, all must look upon Us.]
This Emperor had no intention of hiding himself—his very existence was a declaration, meeting all challenges head-on.
Da Vinci blinked in surprise.
"Then… does that mean we'll get to see Your face?"
[Hm? But haven't you been looking at Us all along?]
"Eh? Looking… all along?" Mash asked in confusion.
[That colossal machine, floating above like a mechanical bird.]
Da Vinci and Mash froze.
"W-wait. That's YOU?!"
The massive object hanging in the sky—like some kind of cosmic battleship—wasn't a fortress at all.
It was the Emperor's body.
Unbothered by their shock, the Shikotei continued:
[What is there to be surprised about? We discarded this mortal flesh that inevitably rots. In its place, We forged an eternal, mechanical body. As long as my reach expands, so too shall We. We are both the first and the final emperor. The eternal ruler of all time. Shikotei!]
The great mechanical phoenix drifted above.
The Emperor's visage would forever hang in the sky, for all to see.
Like the sun itself—etched into the gaze of every being alive.
The peanut gallery erupted instantly—
JewJitsu-[The flesh is frailty—only steel endures! Behold, the Emperor has transcended the weakness of man and attained the TRUE Omnissiah's blessing: blessed MECHANICAL ASCENSION!]
ICastFart-[Wait, wait, all this time we never saw his face because… the spaceship WAS him?!]
LegallyRetarded-[Fox lady handed him immortality pills and he said nah—then built a robot body instead. Absolute Chad move.]
AlayaRiggedThisShit-[Uh… dumb question, but… what happens when it rains? Do people just… watch the Emperor take a bath?]
—
Back in the real Epang Palace.
The Heroic Spirits felt chills run down their spines.
Only now, after seeing the video, did they realize—this entire palace they were standing in… was the Emperor's body.
Marching in and out of the great hall every day—They had been trampling on His Majesty's body the whole time.
T-t-t-treason!!
A wave of cold dread swept over them all.
But the Emperor paid them no attention. His gaze was distant, locked on the screen.
In his mind, an old memory resurfaced—
As a child, he had once asked Nameless:
"Teacher, how can one live forever?"
"All mortals die," Nameless had said softly.
"A hundred years, a thousand—your flesh will perish, your soul will fade. But those who live after you will remember your name. History will remember you. Even if your dominion itself vanishes into dust, you will live on forever—because you are the first, and the only, Emperor."
It had been such a gentle, almost romantic answer.
To live forever in the memory of mankind.
But that could never satisfy him.
After parting ways with the gods—and with his teacher—
Shikotei had taken the elixir offered by the fox spirit, uncovered the lost science, and pursued another path.
At last, he found a true, unending immortality.
"We learned one thing from a mortal life. The more one schemes, the more one sees—the human mind has limits. Unless one surpasses humanity itself!"
He looked upon the great mechanical form.
"So I chose. I will no longer be human, Teacher!"
And with that, he abandoned flesh and rose into machinehood—achieving the impossible.
Thus he built the eternal empire of this Lostbelt.
Yes—what he longed to create was the utopia his teacher had once spoken of.
A peaceful and prosperous realm that would last forever.
It was only his method that went astray.
—
The video shifted.
After their audience, Nameless and the others returned to the village to rest, before setting off under Shin Ryougyoku's guidance.
As they traveled, Da Vinci pieced together more of this strange world—and was staggered by what she found.
"This is a world without war. The Emperor's mechanical armies crushed every foe long ago."
She could not help but murmur in awe:
"A true world of peace—beyond democracy, beyond religion, everything unified under one order… is that even possible?"
No famine.
No battles.
No uprisings.
Everyone lived in stability.
And yet—no culture.
No legacy.
"Strictly speaking," Nameless said, "what's been erased here is the concept of war itself."
From the start, Shikotei had abolished the family unit, raising all citizens through a state system. By erasing family lines, he had erased feuds, rivalries, and every spark of conflict.
A flawless utopia of peace and order.
But… was it truly happiness?
Nameless sighed as he gazed at the stars.
"Hard times once forged strong men. Strong men built a mighty empire. But here, in this unbroken peace… men have grown soft. And soft men, in turn, will bring the end."
Outwardly, it was peace and happiness.
But in reality, its people were penned like livestock.
It looked like paradise.
But in truth, it was a descent into hell.
Humanity's future had been cut short, its progress strangled. Extinction was inevitable.
As those thoughts weighed on him—
Nearby, a child raised her eyes to the moonlight and softly sang:
"I sing, and the moon lingers; I dance, and my shadow scatters…"
It was the simple poem Keika had taught her.
But Shin Ryougyoku, standing nearby, froze in shock the moment she heard it.
The screen shifted again—
Back in the Palace.
Kan Shin chuckled.
"Your Majesty, would it be possible to replicate that strange vehicle?"
"Heh. With Our calculations, surpassing the gods themselves, recreating it would be child's play——or so We wish We could say."
The Emperor's voice quivered with delight, like a child with a new toy.
"This vessel is fascinating. Impossible, even. Even with Our wisdom, We require three full days to completely unravel it!"
But then Shin Ryougyoku's spirit projection flickered into the chamber.
"Your Majesty, I have witnessed something troubling. A child was reciting poetry—taught by Chaldea!"
"Hm?" Shikotei tilted his head.
Kan Shin bowed.
"Your Majesty, there can be no doubt. They must be Ru—Confucian scholars. Shall we attack now?"
"No. We will ask them directly. We permits all voices of dissent."
And once more, the Emperor's voice rained down, shaking the Chaldean camp—
[Why do you teach poetry to the villagers? Do you intend to bring war and ruin upon the world?]
Nameless raised his voice.
"Why say that? Weren't you once taught by me in the same way?"
It was just an ordinary poem of. And yet, the Emperor's wrath flared.
The air grew heavy, as if the world itself bore down on them.
All felt crushed beneath his will.
[Wisdom breeds delusion. Delusion begets envy. Envy breeds strife. And strife ends only in ruin. To excise such seeds is to grant my empire eternity. To preserve ignorance is to grant its people peace.]
Mordred spat.
"Tch. Cut the crap—you just want easier control!"
[Then answer this: in your so-called world of wisdom, has war ever ceased? The more people know, the more they desire. Desire leads to conflict. Conflict leads to endless war. Your vaunted "Human History"—was it not built on blood and screams? Heroes, "Saviors of Mankind," all born of war. We ended it at the root. No war, no need for heroes. No need for spirits. For we requires no guardians. We Ourselves shall bear the weight of all humanity. We are—Alaya!]
The declaration struck like thunder.
Even Shikotei's most devoted worshippers fell into stunned silence.
And then, beneath the weight of all eyes, a voice rang out—
"To uphold what is right means standing for justice when no one else will. To act not by fate or tradition, but by conscience!
To protect your people means building a nation where they feel safe, where they can live without fear!
To preserve wisdom means learning from the past—and ensuring the knowledge of the wise continues to shape the future!
And finally, to bring peace is not to conquer, but to guide. A peace that doesn't end with you, but lasts for generations to come.!"
Nameless raised his head to the sky and shouted:
"Without understanding culture, without knowing yourself—living every day in ignorance… Even if you live in so-called eternal peace, what does it matter to you? You're nothing more than livestock in a pen. Don't call that a human life!"
The sharp rebuke cut without mercy.
For a brief moment, the Emperor fell silent.
That first sentence had reminded him of a teacher from over two thousand years ago.
But that was a lifetime past. He was no longer the weak, ignorant child he once was.
He had long since become the Eternal Emperor, ruler of all—no longer one who needed protecting, but the one who could protect all.
"I thought," Shikotei spoke with quiet disappointment, "that you, who once lived in an age of endless war and terror, would treasure this world of unbroken peace and joy as I do. That you would help me protect it.
But it seems I was wrong. You are nothing but the source of disaster, seeking to awaken catastrophe once more.
I am the guardian of Qin, and I will not allow anyone to destroy this peaceful world.
Therefore… die."
A low hum reverberated.
The colossal Great Wall encircling the Earth blazed with dazzling light.
What was once a purely defensive structure now revealed its fangs without hesitation.
Nameless sighed.
"Tei… once, we stood together in defiance of the gods. But now, you have become a god yourself—the master of all life's fate. Then let me awaken the humanity you've lost, and teach you one final lesson."