With this blazing fire, nothing shall remain unsevered!
Souma, drawing upon the concepts of countless Noble Phantasms wielded by Heroic Spirits, ignited the flames of civilization's hope, forging a holy sword of the stars that represented infinite possibilities.
This sword symbolized humanity's conquest over nature, over the planet, over all disasters.
Even in the most despairing destruction, it would bring hope to all.
Such will deserves praise; such conviction must be upheld.
The absolute trust of countless Heroic Spirits granted him the indomitable concept of severing all things.
Even the Alien God's vanguard—the enemy of civilization's destruction—could not withstand it!
With a single slash, the colossal god Attila unleashed the full might of its Noble Phantasm, yet all its defenses were effortlessly obliterated.
The dazzling sword light swept across its body.
This strike carved through its form—from abdomen to crown—as if intending to split it in half!
However.
Its body was not truly severed.
What Souma had cut was the [Alien God]'s shackles upon it.
It was born to devour civilizations, to destroy planets.
Merely a harvesting weapon forged by the [Alien God].
Filled with endless battle and ruin, it should never have possessed any independent will.
And yet—
Previously, it had taken the form of Attila the Hun, gaining true humanity and the capacity for independent thought.
It had transformed from a cold, unfeeling weapon into a sentient being.
The colossal god Attila froze in shock: "You... severed the chains that bound me?"
At this moment.
It had attained absolute freedom.
No one could restrain it, command it, or control it ever again.
Its contractual link with the [Alien God] mothership, the absolute orders imposed upon it—all were severed by that single sword strike!
As it stood stunned—
The spectators, awed by Souma's strike, erupted in amazement—
-[With this blazing fire, nothing remains unsevered! Drawing the sword to pass on humanity's flame—so damn cool!]
-[Incredible. Even without the favor of Gaia's will, he still managed to defeat the Umbral Star's vanguard!]
-[No joke! At this moment, Nameless isn't fighting alone—he's not a single entity. Behind him clearly stand countless heroic spirits guarding humanity!]
-[With Tiamat as support, Mash and Fou teaming up as shields, and other heroic spirits offering their Noble Phantasm concepts... This is true unity and mutual aid!]
...
Miyu watched Souma unleashing his overwhelming power, tears suddenly welling up in her eyes.
Back in the timeline of her life, "Oath Under Snow,"
the one who wanted to become a champion of justice had no qualifications to participate in the Holy Grail War, unable to summon even a single heroic spirit for assistance.
The widely sung "Great Hero Emiya" was merely the most desperate struggle and resistance in helplessness.
Forced to use a blank summoning card without a heroic spirit link, he could only summon his future self.
But now.
Heroic spirits one after another answered his summons without hesitation, willingly expending their spiritual foundations to support him.
At this moment, this nameless heroic spirit guarding human history has finally gathered the faith and hopes of countless people.
No longer fighting alone in solitude and helplessness!
Illya gently embraced her: "Indeed, more and more people are gathering around him."
Gathering increasingly powerful allies should be a good thing.
Yet.
While he grows stronger at an astonishing pace, gaining ever more formidable comrades, she can't keep up with such rapid improvement.
Illya fell into distress.
At her current strength, she could only rely on Heracles, whom she had summoned.
Her true power couldn't even match an ordinary heroic spirit.
Could it be that she needed to make a wish with Kyubey to become a more powerful magical girl?
Miracles and magic always come with a price.
If she wished to become a god-level magical girl, she would undoubtedly pay an extremely severe cost.
Besides the ruby Kyubey that turned her into a magical girl, another version of her seemed to be awakening within—perhaps she could learn how to grow stronger from that presence.
The problem was, this other self called Kuro was also intent on competing with her for Souma's attention.
Competing with a group of heroic spirits was bad enough, but now even "herself" wanted to fight over him.
Damn it!
Illya stared at the screen, where the Umbral Star's vanguard stood frozen in shock.
A strange sense of déjà vu struck her.
Could it be that this so-called ["Enemy of Civilization"] was also about to be completely won over by Souma?
Under the gaze of countless excited spectators,
Souma faced the stunned vanguard and softly said, "The long night may seem endless, but there will always be those who become torches with their own bodies. You cannot extinguish the fire of human civilization."
He severed the vanguard's contract with its mothership [Umbral Star], granting it freedom.
Now, it was no longer merely a weapon of destruction, but a being with freedom and self-awareness—
A human!
The giant god Altera stared fixedly at him: "Is this... what humans are?"
During his rampage, it had experienced something called humanity, called civilization, called hope—something beautiful.
Destruction is infinitely easier than creation.
Destroying a civilization takes mere days.
But birthing human civilization required this planet's 4.6 billion years of time!
"Yes, this is humanity."
Beneath Souma's feet, an enormous runic magic circle once again materialized.
His Reality Marble, Unlimited Blade Works, unfolded, completely trapping him within.
Holding the Star Holy Sword, he pointed it at his opponent and declared, "I will fight until the very end, standing with the entirety of human history!"
"I only know how to kill, how to destroy—nothing else. So, defeat me head-on!" The giant god Altera likewise drew her sword and leveled it at him.
Even after regaining her freedom...
Thousands, tens of thousands of years—such an unfathomable span of time had ingrained in her an instinct to keep fighting.
The only way to make her truly surrender was to defeat her in direct combat!
The universe was a dark forest.
Every civilization was a hunter treading through that forest, desperately trying not to make a sound.
They had to be cautious.
Because the forest was teeming with terrifying hunters.
Once discovered, they had to either destroy and consume the other hunters—or be destroyed themselves.
This was the Dark Forest Principle!
Two fundamental laws governed the universe:
1.The primary need of any civilization is survival! 2.Civilizations expand relentlessly from birth, but the total resources in the universe remain constant.
This meant that the only way to sustain unlimited expansion was to devour other civilizations!
The Velber civilization sought to grow stronger by hunting Earth's civilization.
Even the Olympian divine fleet, which had journeyed from afar, was no exception!
In this cold, merciless dark forest...
Only the strong could survive.
Humans, gods, even entire civilizations—all were the same!
If they couldn't even defeat her, then this civilization had no right to endure!
"Then, as you wish!"
The world in Souma's eyes instantly turned monochrome.
Countless points and lines densely covered his opponent's body, as though she had been clad in black fishnet stockings.
A strange, eerie allure was added to the scene.
This was his supreme Mystic Eyes—
The Mystic Eyes of Death Perception!
To see through the life and death of all things, to perceive everything in existence.
As long as he could see "death," not just humans, heroic spirits, or gods—even the Umbral Star's vanguard could be slain!
"You've truly reached the pinnacle of combat, but I am no weaker than you!" Attila was slightly astonished.
As the enemy of civilization's destruction, he was a true weapon of slaughter, existing solely for the sake of annihilation.
Even he could not master this Mystic Eye of Destruction.
But it didn't matter.
The Umbral Star's vanguard's instincts had already granted him the highest level of combat prowess.
Attila roared, "By my name, the tactics of the War God rise!"
As the Scourge of God, the enemy of civilization's destruction, he could greatly amplify the power of his Noble Phantasm.
The already-unleashed [Sword of the War God] underwent yet another exaggerated enhancement.
His body radiated a dreamlike, multicolored brilliance.
Countless scenes of past battles flickered madly around him—
"I am the enemy of civilization's destruction, the enhancement of my natural form!"
This enhancement was the result of his countless battles, the strengthening gained from facing one civilization after another.
It allowed him to grow stronger through endless combat, with no limits to his potential!
Patterns emerged across his body, and his aura surged once more.
Attila swung his Noble Phantasm, burning everything, igniting all, unleashing his strongest attack—
[Teardrop Photon Ray!]
A dreamlike pillar of multicolored light, yet possessing the power to annihilate all.
At this moment, no one stood in Souma's way.
But he didn't need it anymore.
All of his magical energy poured into the Star Holy Sword.
The blade blazed with radiant flames.
This was the fire gathered from heroic spirits.
This was the light of countless homes yearning for happiness and peace.
This was the flame of hope—the collective aspiration of human civilization for an infinitely brighter future!
Dong~
An inexplicable bell tolled in the void.
Souma whispered, "Listen, the evening bell has revealed your name!"