After crossing the sea of light summoned at the cost of Romulus' own being, after enduring a darkness vast as the cosmos, through radiance that reached the limits of brilliance and a vortex like the center of all things—
—a brand-new world unfolded before Novia's eyes.
The world was painted entirely in blue—an endless, dreamlike blue that stretched to the horizon. The very air shimmered with True Ether, comparable to the breath of the stars. With each step Novia took, gentle ripples spread beneath her feet, forming delicate circles that vanished softly into the distance, unobstructed, as if nothing were ever real.
Then, countless specks of light rose slowly into the sky—
—and a pair of dazzling, endless golden eyes emerged not far in front of Novia.
Suddenly, a sound—no, more like a reverberation that shook not just the world, but the entire universe—echoed.
"You there—listen carefully."
A voice thundered out from ahead. It wasn't merely speech. It was a divine command—absolute, befitting a god.
"Why did you borrow Satan's power? That was never yours to wield. Cast it aside."
Just being stared at by those sharp, glistening golden eyes—and hearing those words—was enough to numb even Novia, who carried the full authority of the Roman pantheon.
Yet even this was only a fraction—an infinitesimal glimpse—of this god's true power. Just a sliver of a vast, oceanic might.
"No, I am Satan," Novia said calmly, spreading her arms and gripping the hilt of her sword and spear. "And I am also Lucifer."
"To willingly take on Satan's name, to bear her sins and evils in her place…
So, Michael has allowed those wretches who stole My mercy just to show their true forms—
That alone I can tolerate.
But that you would use their power to defile this place—
That, I cannot forgive."
As the voice concluded, the Supreme Throne appeared in an instant.
Upon it sat a figure with no distinct face, only a golden-haired silhouette. They slouched upon the throne with a kind of melancholic languor, one hand supporting their cheek in idle boredom.
"But no matter," the voice sighed. "Fine, I forgive you. No matter how many times, I forgive you. I forgive everything about you. Because I am infinitely merciful. I love all creation. And since you are to ascend as well...
If you insist on being Satan, then I shall give you a name: Satania."
"If you love all things," Novia asked, "then why begin the Apocalypse?"
"Why such foolishness?
Because this is the necessary cleansing.
Otherwise, humanity's desires will destroy themselves—
They will destroy the planet.
The planet will wail, and its cry will echo through the universe. Humanity will perish."
The emotionless declaration was that of a god—
The one praised across that world as the omnipotent deity beyond past, present, or future—
One capable of reducing all creation, all heavens and earth, to dust.
This was the divine decree.
God's reasoning was always consistent—and not without merit.
But this decision was wrong.
Someone had to challenge it.
Here, in this gap that may or may not lie between universes,
A human and an omnipotent god locked eyes.
Novia understood Yahweh's intent:
"To ceaselessly purge humanity's desires, to prevent the arrival of the final metallic apocalypse."
So the question remained—
To wage a bloody battle, or to clasp hands and take the throne?
Novia questioned in his heart: what is right, and what is wrong?
To this god, the only future for humanity was ruin.
But Novia sought a future in which humankind might still survive.
"In a future where desire is forgotten, there is nothing left—
For desire is the foundation of life, the means by which living beings survive."
Novia rejected that future.
And yet—even God shared that viewpoint.
"A future frozen in stagnation has no value.
Even if it is foolish stasis, it is still a future in which humanity might live.
That cannot be denied."
"So then," Novia asked, "do you accept that future?"
"No. Like you, I neither accept nor hate it. I simply refuse to embrace it."
"…Is that so?" Novia murmured. "But what you say feels far removed from me…
Besides, this is not why I'm here."
Resolute in his beliefs, the man acknowledged the premonition of defeat—
—and once again gripped sword and spear.
The past, the future—
The only truth in space-time is the present.
The past is colored by memory, the future by hope.
Therefore—
"I will not let you kill her, or bring about the Apocalypse."
Thus began the final battle never recorded in the Book of Revelation.
With words of farewell, the curtain rose.
"Yahweh—on this planet, the age of the gods is long past."
"I love all things. Naturally, I love you too.
I will fight you with power equal to yours, under the same rules."
On God's right hand, power gathered—
Power no one in this world could influence.
He did not rise from the throne. His left hand still held His cheek in a gentle smile.
And just with that—
The world reacted first.
A brilliant blue explosion burst forth in an instant.
A shockwave enough to cause a planetary-scale tsunami tore through the Earth.
The force of divine concepts blanketed the heavens and the Earth, ready to take form.
In the face of a scene that could crush the stars, Novia—who in that moment lost all authority of the Roman pantheon—heard the god speak again:
"No matter what, you will ascend to the Throne of Spirit."
In the next moment, for Albion—whose soul was bound within the "spear"—
Watching this terrifying spectacle unfold, facing the storm that heralded the end of the world,
Even she, the strongest of them all, found herself asking a question she ought not have:
"Is this… the One True God…?"
Yahweh, His hands wreathed in radiant glory, gently waved once at Novia's neck—
and with that single motion, carved a perfect arc through space.
That speed exceeded all life—past or present.
A force even greater than anything they had seen before.
Even though Novia had braced for it—
He couldn't react in time.
Pure instinct raised his staff, and light lattices crisscrossed in the air—
forming a web before him as a shield.
"So… Jesus has already come to you," Yahweh remarked casually. "Makes sense.
After all, you are the only spirit whose fate I cannot perceive."
That offhand comment snapped Novia out of his crisis.
If they were under the same rules—
Could he weaken Him with a paradoxical theological rebuke?
No time to think.
"Can you create a stone so heavy you cannot lift it?" Novia shouted.
"Your question is a contradiction in itself," Yahweh replied. "But it's amusing.
Yes… you have, indeed, managed to weaken me—somewhat.
But—" He paused. "So what?
I am the One because I am the One.
What meaning does 'more or less' power even have?"
From Yahweh surged a power so terrifying that even the supreme deities of other pantheons would tremble before it.
To Albion—a pure-blooded dragon—it was utterly incomprehensible.
Not merely impossible to resist.
Impossible to understand.
Teetering on the edge of losing her reason, Albion gritted her teeth.
Her thoughts blurred, her speech faltered, her vision dimmed.
This was the power of God.
"Then let's test it—!"
At that moment, magical energy surged in from all directions,
And inside Novia, it converted into raw force.
An explosive spike of strength pushed his strike beyond its limits.
A roaring pillar of magical light hurtled forth—
To strike down the god seated on His throne.
Yahweh raised His left hand.
The collision came.
And then—a blinding surge of light.
A tidal wave of unleashed power—enough to bring about the twilight of all the gods.
But—
The figure seated on the throne could not be destroyed completely. He merely stood up and gently wiped a trace of blood from his face.
And then—boom!
The dragon wings formed from condensed magical energy shattered, fragments scattering. Both spear and sword pierced into the blue ground.
"Novy—"
"I'm fine. I can still go on."
A hoarse voice rang out. Novia raised his bloodstained hand and pressed it against the spear, trying to prop himself up. But his shattered left arm could no longer fulfill such a task—he could no longer lift it.
"Go back. As for what you've done, I forgive you. No matter how many times, I will always forgive you. I forgive everything."
Yahweh took Novia's right hand, raised it, and tossed him down toward the blue depths below. Then He threw down the spear and the sword as well.
In the first century AD, on a certain day in a certain month, Novia was falling from the heights of the planet, falling endlessly. Even his consciousness, too, was plummeting.
The quiet sound of wind cutting through the air filled his ears. He used all his strength to grasp the spear and sword falling alongside him. This caused his shattered ribs to pierce his lungs, triggering a violent coughing fit and suffocating agony.
"I'm sorry… Melushine..." the man murmured. "You were the strongest… I was too weak..."
In that moment, Novia's awareness descended into a sea of blood-red—into the place where the Beast of Sodom was being born.
Plop—a ripple echoed nearby. As Novia returned to his senses, he found himself on the edge of the blood sea. Melushine sat beside him, visibly devastated. Then, from the center of the sea, a voice reached his ears—
"...Even though I don't know why I'm alive… when it feels like I'm about to disappear, it hurts. Why is that? Tell me… teacher."
It was Nero's voice—her appearance from their first meeting, a childlike version of herself, trembling like she was crying. Pitiful. So Novia responded:
"Probably because… there's still something precious inside. Even if it's painful, there are good memories. If you just throw all of that away… wouldn't it feel lonely?"
"There were… good memories. Of course there were. But because of me, teacher, you ended up like this… It's only natural that you'd resent me..."
"I did all of that because I cared deeply about you. Do you understand, Nero?"
Novia took the lost and despondent Melushine and entered the blood sea with her. His hand brushed against something. In the cold, dark waters, Novia turned to see—it was a small white stone, like a glowing fragment of light. He pocketed it, then continued swimming toward where Nero was. He took her hand and placed all three of their hands on the stone.
"I don't resent you. From beginning to end, not even a bit. I'm sorry… for always making you suffer like that. If only I had realized it sooner… I'm sorry."
"...Novia… Novia… I'm sorry, I'm sorry… I was too weak… I'm sorry..."
"It's okay, it's okay. It's all over now…"
Suddenly, Melushine snapped back to reality and burst into tears, clinging tightly to Novia. He gently patted her back, comforting her slowly. Perhaps due to sheer exhaustion and the severe depletion of his magic, he soon fell asleep. He then placed her in Nero's hands.
"Nero… live your own life, for yourself, okay?"
"...What do you mean by that?"
"Find out what you love or hate. Use your own two feet. Live for your own sake—that's what I mean."
"Things I love... Can I choose happiness?"
The golden-haired girl asked like a naïve child, without hesitation.
"You absolutely can." Novia answered simply. "Happiness."
"Somewhere deep in my heart… I always wished I could grow old with you, teacher. That even in death, we'd be together until the very end…"
Once again, tears streamed from Nero's eyes—tears as beautiful as stars sparkling in the night sky.
"I see... Then please… live on happily. Even if I'm no longer here…"
It seemed the man had come to a final resolution and said those words.
"I don't want eternity. I don't need it. I just want now. Not just the past—I want what comes next. Because not only my past, but also my future, I want to give it all to you, teacher..."
At that moment, the sea surrounding the three was no longer red, but had become a sea filled with a transparent blue light.
Novia smiled and said, "I see," then spoke:
"Don't be afraid. If you ever feel alone, just call my name. I promise, I will return."
He whispered softly: "And… this will all pass soon. I love you, Nero."
Nero wanted to say something—but in the next instant, her teacher vanished. His figure, his presence, like a dream—disappeared in a flash.
She slowly opened her eyes. The new light was dazzling to her.
The first thing she saw was the gentle sway of waves—but these were not ocean waves, they were made of roses.
Roses the same color as the blood sea, but exuding a completely different aura. A sea of countless blooming roses filled her vision.
Swaying in the wind, for a moment, Nero thought—could this be paradise?
But it wasn't. This was the sinful land born of her desires. And it was that person—her most beloved—who had shown her this.
Joy, love, countless emotions surged from her heart, indescribable in words.
So she gathered it all into a smile that blossomed on her face.
"I love you. A hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times more than you love me… Teacher… Novia..."
Novia's consciousness left the crimson sea. In that moment, a light emerged from the key on his chest.
Before him, the phantom of God appeared once more, looking down upon him.
"How troublesome… You really decided just like that, Novia?" He asked. "Are you truly throwing it away? This key to Heaven… this miracle that was yours alone? If you discard this glory, you'll never enter Heaven. Never ascend to Spirit."
"If this miracle was born of my deeds, but exists only for me… then it has no meaning at all."
Novia smiled at Him and said:
"Because none of this was accomplished by me alone. Many people, more or less, were used by me. If we're talking about sin and evil, I'm the greatest of all. So the choice is clear, isn't it?"
"I'll give this key to them. Besides, it was never truly mine to begin with." Novia said. "If—as Revelation says, as You say—this key is necessary for entry to Heaven and only I can ascend, then I relinquish it. I won't go. I can't go. Everyone deserves that right."
Just like long ago, before he came to Rome, when he met that impoverished child—someone would always reach out a hand.
—What's more, everything that's happened in this world… since it all began with me, then it's only right that I take responsibility.
He smiled, closed his eyes, and with the last of his strength—not Albion's power, nor Nero's beast—but his own, he delivered his final message to the world.
In an instant, light and shadow reversed. Every person in the world bore witness to this scene. Thus, in the Revelation passed down through later generations, this became one of the few illusory moments recorded in history.
First, light radiated from the distant horizon, turning red skies and blackened earth to pure white, erasing the boundaries of heaven and earth.
A second burst of light followed—warm and gentle. The ruined mountains, previously devastated, now miraculously reversed in time, returning to their former glory.
Those who looked up at the sky widened their eyes. All signs of disaster were gone, as if it had all been a joke.
All creatures born after the Age of Gods could only stare in incomprehension at this miraculous sight.
Yet though they didn't understand what had happened, all of them felt it deeply—this looming death had ended. That certainty brought joy and a surge of laughter from the depths of their hearts.
Then, in the next moment, a voice of sorrow and serenity echoed in every ear and heart:
"...I'm here. I don't know what you're going through right now—perhaps joy, confusion, or… about to fall into despair."
"But I have something to say to all of you: please live. Just live—that's all I ask. Please continue to live in this world. That's my only wish."
"If anyone accepts my voice, even without knowing it—even if it takes a long time—in that moment, we are connected. And in that instant, you gain the key."
"I believe this: we have always been one community. All those who suffer, those who are unfortunate, those who are lost in the future… as long as we are alive, life is lonely. And that's exactly why we need even the smallest kindness from others. Because we are the same."
Beneath the sky, points of starlight rose from the earth in this post-Apocalyptic world.
"This is a treasure of utmost value. Please, do not forget it."
"I will ascend to the Lord's kingdom. You too will arrive—will find it one day. So until then… live with kindness in your hearts. I don't want a world where kindness is seen as weakness."
And in that moment, Novia whispered:
"...Yes. No matter when—I will be by your side. In the name of Novia."
From the earth, an endless stream of magical energy surged forth. And in the wake of this fleeting divine judgment, the planet was forever engraved with a magical foundation—
The Greatest Thaumaturgical System in Human History.
The Biblical Foundation silently imprinted itself into the hearts of countless faithful. No one could describe this moment. Magical energy flowed freely into the land.
"…Looks like we won't be needing to open it after all."
In front of the Gates of Hell, Moses shrugged.
"Let's go, Great Ancestor," he said. "It's the first time I've seen someone stop a full beast transformation. It was supposed to be irreversible."
Noah nodded. "The Morning Star, the Son of Dawn, the Ever-Burning Flame… Though he did not become the star of old, he did deliver the message. That's enough."
Behind them, the Gates of Hell closed, and the Gates of Heaven opened. Finally, the two men faded into phantoms and vanished.
At the end—
Only one person stood at the Mediterranean's edge, staring at the now-ordinary man before her.
"Novia."
The silver-haired man turned to the source of the voice.
Meeting his gaze was Shiali, wearing the same calm expression as when they first met. She had hurried here, having questioned the Hermes Trismegistus simulator without authorization.
"You're dying. I brought you a contract only the Director can issue. Use it."
"So… you can receive something without paying a price?"
"You haven't changed. Always like that. But this is my personal exception. Never again. Your life is fading. Your body will die. This is the end of your journey. Use the contract—it'll save your spirit and soul."
Shiali narrowed her eyes, resolute.
"I see… Then, can I enter the Imaginary Inner Sea of the Stars?"
"…Your human body is on the verge of total collapse. Reaching the Reverse Side isn't impossible. I understand. Atlas will give it their all—"
The Imaginary Sea of the Stars—a realm where bodiless Phantasmal Species migrated after the Age of Gods. Theoretically, anything without a body could enter.
"No, you misunderstood, Shiali. I wasn't talking about me."
Novia smiled joyfully and gently stroked the dimming spear at his side.
"In that case, send her remains back as far as you can, through the path we're about to open."
The silver-haired man sighed, like bubbles of memory rising from the azure depths.
"Thank you, Melushine… for all you've done."
Returning the body of the Dragon of Albion—
The dying man who distributed the "keys" to the world, fulfilled his old promise with the dead through his own personal miracle.
The purple-haired girl could only nod silently.
"Well then… let me rest a little while, okay? It's been so long since I wanted to sleep like this. Oh—by the way, I loved your gift. Even if it's just a stone, I know it holds your precious feelings. Thank you, truly..."
Smiling joyfully—even in his final moments, the man quietly, resolutely carried out what he believed he had to do.
His broken body staggered and collapsed into the sea. What followed him into the water—
Was it the mystery that dwells in the Mediterranean?
Or perhaps a miracle once more—an emissary sent to guide him to the Imaginary Sea?
"Couldn't use it, huh… So you never heard it… What a brilliant light it was… Novia..."
Or maybe, it was the faint glow radiating from the man as he closed his eyes—
This was the last scene seen by the girl who would soon become the Director of Atlas in the first century AD.
Where did he go in the end?
Even the simulated spirit-calculator Hermes Trismegistus couldn't answer that.
Only one line appeared, written by an unknown hand:
"I always knew someone would come searching for me one day. And now, here you are. I'm truly glad. Thank you for knowing my name. I wish you luck.
Until next time."
...
One who cannot betray meaningless promises. One who cannot wield desire without hesitation.
One who died before achieving his ambitions.
One who could not fulfill his wishes.
One decayed, one ignorant, one inflexible.
One who gave everything, sacrificing for change, willingly accepting the end—
The Holy One, Novia: First Pope of the Holy Church, regarded as the most important figure in Church history after Jesus Christ.
Legend says he ascended to Heaven—after that, no records remain.
Is it truly possible to reach the real "Kingdom of Heaven" after the end of the Age of Gods, or is it merely a legend?
A thousand years later, not even the clergy of the Church can say for certain.
Perhaps, in the end, he simply died of old age somewhere. Or maybe he completed the divine mission assigned to him and chose to travel to another world.
Whichever the case, there is no method to confirm his final fate.
And yet, everything he built—the Western European world that continues to this day—still endures.
Even though the world remains cruel, with people shedding tears and the rain of blood yet to cease, the land still burdened by death and suffering...
Still, the core teachings of the Holy Church remain: to aid the poor, love one another, care for the weak, be kind to children, accept death calmly, and remain hopeful about the future.
These, without a doubt—
Are exactly what he had hoped for.
---
Novia (Lancer Class)
Name: Novia
Class: Lancer
Alignment: Neutral · Good
Stats:
• Strength: B
• Endurance: A+
• Agility: A
• Mana: A+++
• Luck: C
• Noble Phantasm: EX
Class Skills:
Magic Resistance · Dragon Heart: EX
Blessed by a pure-blooded dragon, most forms of magecraft become structurally and conceptually nullified in his presence. His full communion with a dragon's heart allows for complete mana release. This trust grants him a biological resilience equivalent to that of dragons, pushing him beyond human limits—even without transplantation. However, this effect gives rise to a kind of "substitute body."
Riding: -
Technically capable of riding anything from warhorses to modern vehicles—but dragons refuse. In emergency situations, he might be permitted to ride other creatures.
Territory Creation: A (B+)
The strongest dragons are adept at building domains of their own. As a crowned entity among dragons, it's only natural he can construct such sanctuaries. Though he has not yet ascended to the papal throne, he is destined to become the undisputed highest authority.
Character Profile:
In the 1st century AD, Novia was the one who expanded the influence of Christianity (the Holy Church), becoming an irreplaceable figure in the Roman Empire. After rapidly establishing the foundations for the future of both the Roman Empire and the Church, he vanished mysteriously.
Many have speculated that he is the basis for the apocalyptic visions in Revelations. Numerous novels and films are based on his story. Some even believe he is the Holy Spirit of legend.
Though more suitable for a Ruler or other special class, due to certain limitations, he almost never manifests. When he does, it is only as a Lancer, restricted and not yet having declared Christianity the Roman state religion.
---
Personal Skills:
Earthly Martial Arts: EX
A comprehensive martial discipline encompassing Lucius Longinus' spear techniques and Jacob's wrestling skills. No matter his mental state, he can always fight with peak mastery. The combat experience is engraved into his very body.
Savior of the Downtrodden: A+
Due to his monumental contributions, he was granted divine blessing. He can freely release light imbued with both healing and protection, akin to a fusion of Leadership and Charisma. With undeniable communicative power, he can resolve others' troubles—and even attract affection from them.
The mysterious aura around him grants supernatural defense, rendering attacks below Rank A completely ineffective.
Illusions of Nothingness: EX (B)
Illusions he once learned were amplified by unknown forces to a level beyond perception, reaching into forbidden domains. Magic that should not exist.
---
Noble Phantasms:
• "We, Who March Before the Fall of the Holy Land"
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Nation
Description:
Cited in Revelations as:
"There came voices, thunders, great earthquakes. Since men have existed, never had the Holy Land suffered such devastation."
This Noble Phantasm—whether born from legend or reality—when activated, forcefully revives the Age of Gods in a designated area for three minutes. During that time, his power rivals that of a living Dragon Crown, fully unleashed. His spear radiates a dazzling brilliance of intertwining blue and darkness, unleashing the supreme draconic aura—blazing cold and freezing hot.
Any target marked by the spear becomes enveloped in darkness, losing access to Noble Phantasms and skills. Their mystery is forcibly stripped away—an inescapable death sentence.
This was forged from the destruction wrought by the Antichrist King who seized the Holy Land—Jerusalem—to pervert the natural order.
Note: Those who fight for survival and justice are exempt from this Noble Phantasm's lock-on.
• "Albion's Unsoiled Pulse"
Rank: EX
Type: Self-Enhancement
Description:
Centers around Novia himself, projecting the phantom form of the Dragon of Albion. Formed entirely of mana, it unleashes overwhelming destructive power comparable to its original.
While confined within the dragon's form, Novia maintains full control. Magic circles emerge en masse, projecting enemy data from multiple times and places, allowing for preemptive responses.
Despite its destructive nature, it also possesses the power to heal all.
---
Novia (Ruler Class)
Name: Novia
Class: Ruler (?)
Alignment: Lawful · Good
Stats:
• Strength: C
• Endurance: C
• Agility: C
• Mana: C
• Luck: C
• Noble Phantasm: C
Skills:
Magic Resistance · Scripture: EX
Equal to a major god of the Age of Gods, nullifies all magecraft based on the Biblical foundation. Other systems are weakened depending on local belief. Anything connected to the planet is subdued and made his.
Western post-Age-of-Gods beings cannot approach him; pre-Age-of-Gods mysteries are severely suppressed. Opponents are forcibly afflicted with debuffs.
Note: EX is not his upper limit.
Greco-Roman Authority: EX
Empowered by the entire Roman pantheon, he stands equal to the Norse chief gods—embodying the ideal form the Greco-Roman world longed for. If he acquires remnants of the Divine Mech God, he can repair and control them, even contact Chaos (Khaos).
Independent Action: EX
Requires no Master. No entity on Earth's surface can restrain him. His mana is drawn from faith, fame, Roman cultural spread, and Biblical users.
Character Profile:
With the end of the Age of Gods, humanity's era began. Great powers were no longer needed.
He once told the Egyptian god Osiris:
"But that's not entirely true. Sometimes, as long as danger to peace and order exists—power is still needed. Just like now."
Ascended as the first Pope of the Holy Church, Novia transformed Byzantium into a great city, secured Rome's eastern grip, initiated vast reforms, and restored imperial glory—only to vanish.
He was also the mentor of Nero, Rome's last emperor-pope.
---
Skills:
Sanctified Pope: A+++
Gains bonus damage vs. Demonic, Divine, Eldritch, Beasts, and more.
All future Popes see themselves as his successors. When summoned, this manifests as conceptual relics supporting "Novia." His mana exceeds all known limits.
Founder of Faith: EX
Single-handedly refined early Christian doctrine—turning abstract into concrete. Often seen as the earthly shadow of the Lord or second Christ.
Grants form and understanding to abstract concepts, making all things visible—nullifying even the highest illusion or black magic. Nothing can escape his gaze.
Mystic Calling: A+++
Can transform a location into a divine age domain for three minutes. Within it, he gains ultimate command—even over concepts and non-lifeforms.
True · Blood-Stained Saint: E-
Similar to "Innocent Monster," but with a twist—no stigma. Even if he killed Messalina by order of Emperor Claudius, purged Judaism, or caused Nero's mother's death—history obscures all these acts in mystery.
These stories became popular sources for novels and films.
Primordial Dragon · Albion: EX
If summoned as a Lancer, merges into one form.
A being born with Earth, containing 4.6 billion years of life info. Not shaped by human belief, but a raw elemental force—unleashing catastrophic disasters in the Holy Grail War.
---
Noble Phantasms:
• "Bearer of Relics"
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-Personnel
Description:
Possesses every holy Christian relic: bones and blood of saints, the True Holy Grail, nails from the Crucifixion, Judas's 30 silver coins, Longinus' spear, and more. Can fabricate any angelic or demonic relic and manifest their original power.
Any blessed person, even angels and demons, can be summoned as continuous Servants.
• "Not of This Sky: Extinction of the Firmament"
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-God/World/Annihilation
Description:
Though unknown to man, this anti-Heaven act is recorded in the Akashic Record.
His left-hand sword is Jesus' transformed staff, emanating heavenly glory. His right-hand spear is the full embodiment of Earth's mightiest dragon.
Together, they form miracles. Legends derived from Revelations enhance their strength even further—delivering the final blow before the recreation of Jerusalem.
• "Words of Revelation · The Holy Spirit"
Rank: ???
Type: ???
Description:
Though not the author of the New Testament, he oversaw its compilation. Most people associate him with its creation—and the Holy Spirit of Revelation.
This Noble Phantasm initiates the ascension into the Holy Spirit. The Three Beasts of Apocalypse appear to consume the world. Each Revelation brings massive, uncontrollable upheaval—growing his spiritual foundation until he rivals the Messiah.
As he nears completion, he transcends the Servant system and the Counter Force—becoming an omnipotent, Trinity-like being wielding God's full authority.
And yet, before reaching this final stage, he chooses to destroy his own spiritual frame—to prevent that overwhelming outcome.
"Even if this world sees no future right now, there will always be those who shine with brilliance simply for the sake of survival. You must believe—their light has the power to save a world wrapped in its final doom. No one has the right to destroy a world where people still shine."
• "Covenant Entrusted to All Mankind"
Rank: EX
Type: Anti-World Noble Phantasm
Description:
Before his passing, he ascended to heaven bearing the sins of all mankind, becoming humanity's indisputable savior.
Though he never became a full spiritual being, he gave up the solitary path that only one could walk, offering everything he had at the final moment to forge a covenant with all people. In doing so, he came to dwell within the hearts of all, not as a god above, but as one who lives alongside humanity, who abides with their goodness and shares in their mortal struggle.
In other words:
As long as even one person in the present world continues to pursue "goodness" in their heart, no matter how terrifying the enemy—be it inhuman, alien, or cosmic—he cannot truly die.
Even if his body and soul suffer excruciating torment, his will and faith shall never fade.
Any concept that attempts to assign "death" to him becomes utterly meaningless.